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4. | Cowboy |
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6. | Go Wild in the Contry |
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I know a guy who's tough but sweet
He's so fine, he can't be beat
He's got everything that I desire
Sets the summer sun on fire
I want candy
I want candy
Gonna see you when the sun goes down
Ain't no finer boy in town
You're my guy you're what the doctor ordered
So sweet you make my mouth water
I want candy
I want candy
Candy on the beach, there's nothing better
But I like candy when it's wrapped in a sweater
Some day soon I'll make you mine
And I'll have candy all the time
I want candy
I want candy
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He's a man I ain't never seen, but I choose it's only so
He's a man with cash in his hand, he's my baby, my baby, oh no
If I ain't alight, and I'm feeling alright
I'm so ready to go, and my baby, oh no
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But my baby, oh no, you make me lose my self-control
I'll go crazy, whoah, if baby oh no doesn't show
Hard and mean, he's a rhythm machine, he can move it fast or slow
Man's got style, he don't never smile, he's my baby, my baby, oh no
My head's in a mess and I've torn my best dress
But I ain't like the rest, gonna make him say yes
chorus
I want him, I need him, I want him, I need him
He can move it, he can groove it, he's a rhythm machine
He can take me, he can break me, he's so hard and so mean
He's my lover, he's my hero, take it fast, take it slow
My baby, my baby, my baby oh no
My head's in a mess and I've torn my best dress
But I ain't like the rest, gonna make him say yes
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When he comes bursting thru that door, mama leaps and hits the floor
Calling himself Louis Quatorze, he's so young and dangerous
Oh I love it when he says so seriously
With his gun in my back, "Honey, close your eyes and think of England"
Just one second
It's his genuine act, as a matter of fact, Louis was horrible to me
He tears down my defenses, he pretends that I'm against him
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Come back again, don't tell me when, Louis Quatorze, always surprise me
Louis, Louis, Louis did love me, Louis Quatorze made love to me
Fourteen's how I'll ever be, I don't know how long it lasts
But one thing's for sure, Louis Quatorze must hurry to love me
And more and more and more and more, Louis Quatorze loves me some more
Louis, Louis's locking my door, Louis's serious, I'm delirious
He loves me just 'cos he's so ware, Louis's gonna shoot me
No plays, he just doesn't care, Louis Quatorze starts to undress me
You just don't mess with Louis Quatorze
With his gun in my back, I start to undress
He's my partner in this crime of happiness, 'cos I'm just fourteen
Oh I love it when he says so seriously
With his gun in my back, "Honey, make love to me"
chorus repeats 2x
Louis Quatorze, I love you
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Temperatures rise at a hundred degrees
Bet you don't freeze at the Mile High Club
The crash axe would be my only defense
Dogs go berserk when my engines start
Any any animal, any any animal
Get your feet up on the floor, find your father, four to four
Any any animal, any any animal
Jack you were wiped out, blood's still running
Sex gang children gang up on you, jump on top, on top of you
Make love, make love, make love to you, one two three four five miles high
At the Mile High Club
Animal pairs is the game they play, flying flying, flying all the way
This one's for you, only minor birds out there
All the way, all the way to Les Boucher
Any any animal, any any animal
Get your feet up on the floor, find your father, four to four
Any any animal, any any animal
Jack you were wiped out, blood's still running
Sex gang children gang up on you, jump on top, on top of you
Make love, make love, make love to you, one two three four five miles high
Some errants think nothing of letting animals die in the halls
But this will change, Captain Love speaking, some turbulance on board
Haylike nest, buddy on jest
Animal pairs is the game they play, all the way to Les Boucher
At the Mile High Club, at the Mile High Club, at the Mile High Club
At the Mile High Club
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Sir Jungle, sir Jungle, sir Jungle, sir Jungle
Jungle boy don't fear, jungle boy come near
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Sir Jungle, sir Jungle, go join your gang, yeah, see your lover going crazy
Jungle boy I view, jungle boy come through
In the jungle, I love to rumble, he's the fat guy, he's the bad guy
When the city turns to rubble
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See your lover going crazy, so let your body do the talking
He's the fat now, he's the bad now, he understands
In the jungle, I love to rumble with my boyfriend
When the city turns to rubble - ooh the trouble
See your lover going crazy, ... jungle boy
... I love jungle boy
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In the jungle, I love the rumble, he's the fat now, he's the bad now
When the city turns to rubble, he's the fat now, he's the bad now
When the city turns to rubble
... I love jungle boy
See your lover going crazy, ... I love jungle boy
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I am a TV savage (and you don't wanna go to the TV)
I am a TV savage (and you don't wanna go to the TV)
I am a TV savage (and you don't wanna go to the TV)
(She is a TV artist)
Like Ronnie Reagan, Sue Ellan, Casanova
Boticelli in a time, never, never Queen Diana, Rockerfeller
(She is a TV artist) and she don't wanna go to the TV
I am a TV artist (and you don't wanna go to the TV)
I am a TV savage (and you don't wanna go to the TV)
I am a true magician (and you don't wanna go to the TV)
Beams, see the beams, see the beams, see the beams in the TV
Beams, see the beams, see the beams, see the beams in the TV
I am an athlete picture (never lie, never lie, never never lie)
(She is like Ronnie Reagan) never lie, never lie, never never lie
I am like Boticelli (and you don't wanna go to the TV)
(She is a magic vision)
Like Ronnie Reagan, Senoretti, Casanova
Standing in a time, never, never get out of it
(She is your magic circle) It's a matter, a matter of life and death
I am your magic circle (the golden savage on TV)
I am your magic circle, in the age of the golden age of me
(She is a TV savage)
Beams, see the beams, see the beams, see the beams in the TV
Beams, see the beams, see the beams, see the beams in the TV
(She is a TV savage) and she don't wanna go to the TV
I am a TV artist (and you don't wanna go to the TV)
I am a new sign maker (and you know what shows Michelangelo)
I am a big creator (and she makes, and she makes ...)
I am like all magic men (yes I know, yes I know) I am all
I am like all magic men (yes I know, yes I know) I am all
I am like all magic men (yes I know, yes I know) I am all
(Play TV, play play TT, play TV, play play TT)
(Play TV, play play TT, play TV, play play TT)
I am a TV savage (and you don't wanna go to the TV)
I am a TV savage (and you don't wanna go to the TV)
I am a TV savage (and you don't wanna go to the TV)
(She is a TV artist)
Like Ronnie Reagan, Senoretti, Casanova
Standing in a time, never, never get out of it
(She is a TV artist) and she don't wanna go to the TV
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King Kong, King Kong, I don't think clear, King Kong king, the king is here
His heart's still pumping, his blood's still running
With King Kong I'm bored with King Kong's fear, he's driving a hard bargain
King Kong, the king is here
King Kong, he's like your caveman, he eats money for you
His eyes are still hungry, he's jumping, shouting
King Kong throughout the day, on Monday, on Tuesday, on Wednesday, on Thursday
Tell everyone King Kong is here
I'm like King Kong, I'm right and you're wrong
King Kong king, the king is strong
I understand King Kong, he's outrageous
He won't stop killing until you're willing, King Kong, the king is strong
He's frightening, he starts some lightning, he likes machinery and refineries
Always on Fridays and then, he loves them to live in, to eat in, to kill in
His eyes are now bulging, indulging, love making
Tell everyone King Kong is here
Somedays on Saturdays when, we buy him some towers, not flowers or trousers
His eyes are still hungry, he's jumping, he's shouting
King Kong's around again, on Monday, on Tuesday, on Wednesday, on Thursday
His eyes are now showers, his groaping got power
Tell everyone King Kong is here
Tell everyone King Kong is here
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