| I wanna lick your stamps
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| I wanna squeeze your fruit
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| I wanna copy your keys
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| I wanna polish your skis
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| I wanna dryclean your suit
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| I long to renew your passport
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| I wanna walk your collie
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| Get you Nova Scotia salmon
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| you can put on your bialy
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| 'Cause baby when it comes to you
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| there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
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| .I wouldn’t do
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| I wanna wash you car
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| I wanna scramble your eggs
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| Your salad I will toss
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| Of course, I’ll help you floss
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| Rub Tiger balm on your legs
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| Oh baby, 'cause in your love
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| I am enveloped
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| Gonna mosey down to Fotomat
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| and get your film developed
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| 'Cause baby when it comes to you,
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| there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
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| Oh-oh-oooh
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| Some show their love
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| by writing a letter
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| Some stumble over mountain and sea
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| But does that show my love one more iota
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| than making sure your soda’s caffeine-free?
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| I long to fold your socks
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| I’ll organize your closet
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| and baby sweet, if you like
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| I’ll buy blue bags and recycle
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| all your bottles for deposit
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| I long to do all your taxes
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| I’ll make a quesadilla
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| I’ll rent a van for two
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| and then I’ll drive you to Ikea
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| 'Cause baby when it come to you
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| There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
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| Oooohh.
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| Everyone does that whole diamond ring thing
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| What’s more passe than a rose
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| What glued my heart indeed
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| more than going to Duane Reade
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| and buying aloe vera Kleenex for your nose
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| I long to Woolite your fine washables
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| I wanna roll your quarters ooh
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| My dear, whatever you crave now
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| You know I’m your slave now
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| I’m just waiting for my order
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| I’m gonna go with you to yoga
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| I’ll buy some shorts for biking
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| I’ll break up every bunch
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| so each banana’s to your liking
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| And baby when it comes to you,
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| To show you that my love is true
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| Baby, when it comes to you
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| There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
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| There’s nothing I wouldn’t do |