and if you were my baby, i’d put the spoon in your mouth
like the birds that gurgitate the worms before they migarate to the south
and if you were my pussy, i’d give you fancy feast
cause if i couldn’t make it purr at least i’d make sure you have somethin to eat
and if you were my guitar, i’d give you a strum
your neck may be a bit too long but damn you got a round little bum
and if you were my mink coat, i’d wear you out all around
you’d keep me warm and be a form i’d love to walk around about town
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