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Buddy, why’s my brain so muddy
Why do I feel like putty when she walks into the room?
Touch my tooter, smoocher
Sonny, it ain’t all milk and honey
And I don’t think it’s funny when she starts to groove
Baby, ain’t it pretty lazy, and ain’t it crazy
When you think it’s all smooth
Touch my tooter, smoocher
Buddy, why’s my brain so muddy
Why do I feel like putty when she walks into the room?
Sonny, ain’t it funny?
And I don’t think it’s funny when she starts to groove
Touch my tooter, smoocher
Take it down for me!
Bring it on!
Touch my tooter, smoocher!
Ahhhh!
Buddy, why’s my brain so muddy
Why do I feel like putty when she walks into the room?
Sonny, it ain’t all milk and honey
And I don’t think it’s funny when she starts to groove
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