I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I won’t ever rust If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot You call the shots babe I just wanna be yours
Secrets that I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours
Let me be your ‘leccy meter and I’ll never run out And let me be the portable heater that you’ll get cold without
I wanna be your setting lotion, hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?)