Struzick
You make my worm spot hot
You make my bells ring-too ding-ding
You make my warm spot hot
And the things i need a lot you got
Woah my little baby
You know you drive me crazy
You make me feel so good i say wow, yeah
This has got to be the only way for me
There ain't nothing going to stop me now
You say your daddy don't like me much
That's ‘cause he knows i got that touch
And there's some things of yours he knows
I been touching too much
But you make my worm spot hot
You make my bells ring too,ring-ding ding-a-ling
You make my warm spot hot
The things i need a lot you got
You've got me turning flips
When you kiss me in the lips
You turn the spark right into a fire
And the flame just won't go out
‘Cause there can't be any doubt
this love of yours is what i desire
The preacher said i ain't no saint
Well he's right, that's one thing that i ain't
But i pray that me and you
Can do the things we do all night long
‘Cause you make my worm spot hot
You make my bell ring too, brrrrrring ding-ding
You make my warm spot hot, baby
The things i need a lot you got come-on and burn me now
Well i'm letting all the people see
That what they say don't bother me
‘Cause you're the one i'm thinking of
When i get down ready to love
You make my worm spot hot
You make my bells rings too,ding-ding
You make my warm spot hot
And the things i need a lot you got
You make my warm spot hot
You make my bells ring too,brrrrrring ding
You make my warm spot hot
You make my bells ring too,ding ding ding a-lingIt's a funny thing.
I look at you.
I get a thrill
I never knew.
Isn't it a pity
We never met before?
Here we are at last.
It's like a dream.
The two of us
A perfect team.
Isn't it a pity
We never met before?
Imagine all the lonely years we've wasted.
Me with the neighbors.
You at silly labors.
What joys untasted.
My nights were sour,
Spent with Schopenhauer
Let's forget the past.
Let's both agree
That I'm for you
And you're for me.
And it's such a pity
We never, never met before.
Imagine all the years we've wasted.
Fishing for salmon
Losing at backgammon.
What joys untasted.
Me at the Prado,
You in Colorado.
Happiest of girls I'm sure to be
If only you would say to me
That it's such a pity
We never met before.
What an awful pity
We never, never met before.