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Well, I calls my baby on the telephone |
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She says hurry home Bret cause I'm all alone |
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Oh now giddyap, hurry, and don't be late |
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Cause a b-b-b-b-baby I just can't wait |
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She starts talking dirty right in my ear |
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Making herself so perfectly clear |
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She needs some good love |
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So I roll her over in the middle of the night |
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and I rock my baby 'til the morning light |
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Getting hot....Good love, yeah. |
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Well the good people say I'm a sinning man |
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But if they knew my baby they would understand |
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The neighbors keep yelling bout all the noise |
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They say the things you're doin' ain't natural, boy |
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Well my baby she just loves to play |
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And I need my baby each and every day |
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Need some good love |
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We're hopping and a bobbin' in the old moonlight |
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Rocking and a rolling til the morning light |
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Getting hot....good love |
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Bring it home |
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Well my baby she just loves to play |
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And I need my baby each and every day |
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Need some good love |
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Well my daddy thinks that I've gone crazy |
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And my poor boss swears I'm losing my cool |
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But I just want to play with my baby |
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If you only knew what she could do |
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She starts talking dirty right in my ear |
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Making herself so perfectly clear |
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need some good love |
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Baby she just loves to play |
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and I need my baby each and every day |
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Start hoppin' bobbin' in the old moonlight |
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Rocking and a rolling til the morning light |
