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I LOVE WHAT YOU DO TO ME
(BUT I AIN'T TOO CRAZY ABOUT YOU)

You were running,
You were running and jumping and hiding!
Time was flying and difficult biding,
It didn't matter at all, it didn't matter at all!

Cos I caught you,
Yeah I caught you and did what I had to.
Oh and after awhile you were glad too,
It didn't matter at all,
It didn't matter at all.

When I say, "Whap!"
And you say, "Pow!"
And you sadistically love yourself
While you beat off my shoes.

And when I ask you for money:
You say, "Think again, honey."
I really love what you do to me
But I ain't too crazy about you.

You were boppin',
Oh you're boppin' and hoppin', not stoppin'.
Nor allowing the world to drop your day,
You looked after that and honey look what you got!

You were fiendish
Cos you knew that you were a supreme dish.
Oh, and one that a lot of gay men
Wish they were women instead,
So they could enjoy.

When I say, "Wham!"
And you say, "Ooof!"
And you scramble for your panties
While I lovingly caress my whip.

And when I ask you for cash:
You say, "Swallow broken glass.."
I really love what you do to me
But I ain't too crazy about you.

You were shaken,
Oh and what was mistakenly taken,
Has caused so much forsaken aching
I forgot what I was talking about!

I was dreaming,
Oh and beaming 'til you started screaming,
And the blood in my brain
Started streaming first into my heart,
And then into my hands.

C & P Copyright Chris Giunta 2004

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