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Mark volman (vocals) |
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Howard kaylan (vocals) |
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Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) |
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Aynsley dunbar (drums) |
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George duke (keyboards, trombone) |
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Martin lickert (bass) |
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Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set) |
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Jim pons (vocals) |
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Mark volman & howard kaylan: |
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Ooh, the way you love me, lady, |
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I get so hard now i could die. |
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Ooh, the way you love me, sugar, |
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I get so hard now i could die. |
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Open up your pocketbook, |
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Get another quarter out, |
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Drop it in the meter, mama |
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And try me on for size. |
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Open up your pocketbook, |
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Get another quarter out, |
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Drop it in the meter, mama |
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And try me on for size. |
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Ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby, |
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Red balloons just pop behind my eyes. |
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Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl, |
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Red balloons just pop behind my eyes. |
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Open up your pocketbook, |
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Get another quarter out, |
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Drop it in the meter, mama |
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And try me on for size. |
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Open up your pocketbook, |
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Get another quarter out, |
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Drop it in the meter, mama |
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And try me on for size. |
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Mark volman: |
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Do you really wanna please me? |
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Howard kaylan: |
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Y'know i do ... baby. |
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Mark volman: |
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Well, tell me why you do it... |
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I really wanna know. |
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Howard kaylan: |
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Oh no no, i wouldn't be right |
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For me to tell ya tonight... |
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Mark volman: |
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You better tell me right away |
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Or i'll dress up and go. |
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Howard kaylan: |
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Don't get mad... it ain't no big thing. |
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Mark volman: |
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You better tell me right away, |
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Don't you treat me cold! |
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Howard kaylan: |
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Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it! |
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Well, there are a lot of reasons why i'd drag a girl such as yourself back to this plastic hotel room ... and rip you off for spare change to run a ...to run a vibrating machine attached to this |
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N-size, bulk-purchase, kapok-infested, do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed and, and make you take off all your little clothes ... until you are nearly stark raving nude. ( save for y |
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Hrome-with-heavy- duty-leather-thong peace medallion) and make you assume a series of marginally erotic poses involving a plastic chair and an old guitar strap while i did a wee-wee in your hair |
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And beat you with a pair of tennis shoes i got from jeff beck... |
