Curvaceous Needs 歌词

You could dance with my baby I'm sure he wouldn't mind You could rub yourself against him You could pour him drunk with wine But no matter how vulgar, no matter how refined He won't be taken by your slender thighs Or your painted eyes You could sing to my baby I'm sure he'd leave and listen To your sweet, tender love songs in an easy, cheesy key But no matter how endearing and cherubic you might be My baby only sings along with me Yeah, so you... Just beg all you wanna I'll make you see who's your momma ‘Cause he's no dog for a bonehead My baby he's got curvaceous needs And gets his fix with me Mmmm, you might be royal, you might be rich But he'd never turn around to check out any tiny chick And it don't matter if your legs go on and on and on for days You've got nothing on my curvy ways Just beg all you wanna I'll make you see who's your momma ‘Cause he's no dog for a bonehead My baby he's got curvaceous needs And gets his fix with me Turid: Sonsy, sonsy, baby like it sonsy Marianne: You've got nothing On me and my curvy ways Anne marit: You can dance with my baby Dance the night away