Songwriters: Littman, Julian Nicholas; Dore, Charlie
He said: Baby
What's wrong with you
Why don't you use your imagination?
Oh no
Oh no. Nations go to war over women like you.
It's just a form of appreciation.
Come on over here
Lay your clothes on the chair
Now let the lace fall across your shoulder.
Oh no
Oh no. Standin' in the half light
You're almost like her.
Take it slow like your daddy told ya.
Strut hot. Put it out. That's what you want from women.
Come on
Baby
What's you takin' me for.
Strut hot. Cut it out. No takin' and no givin'.
Watch me
Baby
While I walk out your door.
I said: Honey
I don't like this game.
You make me feel like a girl for hire.
Oh no
Oh no. All this fascination with leather and lace
Is just the smoke from another fire.
He said: Honey
Don't stop this speedin' train
Before it reaches it's destination.
Oh no
Oh no. Lie down here beside me
I'll have some fun too.
Don't turn away from your cool vocation.
Strut hot. Put it out. That's what you want from women. . . .
I won't be your baby doll
Be your baby doll.
I won't be your baby doll
Be your baby doll.
Strut hot. Put it out. That's what you want from women. . . .
Strut hot. Put it out. That's what you want from women. . . .
Strut hot. Put it out. That's what you want from women. . . .
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