You talk of sweeties bashful sweeties I've got one of those Oh he's handsome as can be But he worries me
He goes to college And gathers knowledge Oo, what that boy knows He's up in his Latin and Greek But in his chicin' he's weak cause
When I want some lovin' And I gotta have some lovin' He says please stop it please he's so unusual...
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Through the burning sun And the driving rain Over the sea And across the plain Oh I'll ask you once And I'll ask you again Won't you be my love Won't you be my friend
Well the lights are low And the hour is late Don't you want me baby Through your garden gate Don't you feel it coming And it feels so strong I will never ever ever Ever do you wrong