I'm so young and curvy at the hips You can't wait to kiss my rosy lips Hold me in between your finger tips But it's you that I've got in my grip
Chorus :
Bring me flowers, make sure you're not seen Put down the phone, pick up a magazine
Trouble
I'm so tired of hanging in the dark Ignite me with your mother loving spark When the hell you gonna leave your wife ? Come on honey, what about my life
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