I’m so young and curvy at the hipsYou can’t wait to kiss my rosy lipsHold me in between your finger tipsBut It’s you that I’ve got in my gripChorus :Bring me flowers, make sure you’re not seenPut down the phone, pick up a magazineTroubleI’m so tired of hanging in the darkIgnite me with your mother loving sparkWhen the hell you gonna leave your wife ?Come on honey, what about My lifeRepeat ChorusTrouble

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