Well you know everytime I look at that expression printed
on the page
I think I hear you,
Whispering the magic and the compliments I need so badly
So baby come on, yeah, so baby come on
Now Ive been running circles around the notion that youd
find me baby,
One day maybe.
But all the psychic powers of suggestion Ive been sending
your way,
So cant you hear me say?
I want your arms all around me,
I want your face, yeah, all around me,
I want your perfume, all around me,
I like the way you move,
And do the funky groove.
All around me I want you.
All around me I need you.
All around me I want you.
All around me.
So cant you hear me say?
I want your arms all around me,
I want your face, yeah, all around me,
I want your perfume, all around me,
I like the way you move,
And do the funky groove.
Like cold chardonnay chilled for a day,
Youre smooth and crisp and on display.
Like Cartier, Armani, like TAG, Gucci, Versace.
In the middle of the night youre a kiss so long.
Youre the only good thing when all is wrong.
Youre a magic time reversal clock.
Youre the fries on the side with a cherry on top.
Youre sleek, velvet, gold lame, patent leather, enchante.
Youre a legend, youre a glamor queen.
God Im running out of words but you know what I mean...
All around me I want you.
All around me I need you.
All around me I want you.
So cant you hear me say?
I want your arms all around me,
I want your face, yeah, all around me,
I want your perfume, all around me,
I like the way you move, and do the funky groove.
So slide into your Jaguar, or Porsche baby, there you are.
Well chop chop darling au revoir.
Pick up your things youre a star
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