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Baby here I am
I m the man on your scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta come home with me

I forgot some good old lovin
And I got some more in store
When you ve got been throwin it up
You gotta come back for more

Boys and things that comes by the dozen
That ain t nothin but ten cent lovin
Hey, little thing let me light your candle
Cause mama I m so hard to handle now
Yes I am

Well, I don t want to declare any words
Cause I m a man with a great experience
I know you love another man
But I can love you much better than him

So won t you take my hands and don t be afraid
I m gonna prove Baby what I ve been sayin
I m advertising love to anyone
So won t you follow me at that way

Boys come along that comes by the dozen
That ain t nothing but ten cent lovin (drugstore call boy)
Hey, little thing let me light your candle
Cause mama I m so hard to handle now
Yeah... So hard to handle now

Boys come along that comes by the dozen
That ain t nothing but ten cent lovin
Hey, little thing let me light your candle
Cause mama I m so hard to handle now
Yeah... So hard to handle now

You don t need your name in bright lights
You re a rock star
And some tin foil
with a glass pipe
Is your guitar - now yes it is
Little Angela suffers delusions
from these high times,br> She s been cleaning up since fourteen,br> on the main line
And...

What have I got to do to make you love me
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you’re not there

What do I do to make you want me
What have I got to do to be...

Be hold the way our fine feathered friend
His virtue doth parade
Thou knowest not my dim witted friend
The picture thou hast made
Thy vacant brow and thy tousled hair
Conceal thy good intent
Thou noble upright, truthful, sincere
And slightly dopey...

Long evenings full on longing
Low-spirited my mornings
Full of longing too my nights
And all times the bitterest.
Tis my lovely I long for
It is my darling I miss
My black-browed one I grieve for.

There s no hearing my treasure
No seeing my marten-breat
No hearing her in the lane
Driving below the window
Chopping the wood...

That don´t mean i´m like the rest of them tricks
In the party getting naughty, chasing money and dicks and
No, you got me all wrong brother
No, i´m a woman that´s strong brother
Yeah, it ain´t nothing wrong with a woman in the club getting freaky to the song