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Lyrics
Don't you wanna come make some noise, baby, you know you make my heart throb. Don't you wanna play guitar at my place, baby, I'll be Joan if you're my Bob. Don't you wanna tie one on, light my candle, whet your whistle, strike a match, dip a wick--you can always come get what you want, baby, I'll be Bianca and you can be Mick.
Don't you wanna come bathe in my tub, I've got bubbles and a real slow drain. Don't you wanna get warm with my love, don't need a towel you'll keep warm just the same. Don't you wanna roll around on my rug, the floor is crooked so we'll just have to lean... can you dig it, man, you're already dug, come take a look like it's never been seen.
Don't you wanna come rock in my chair... we can just groove it an not go anywhere. Wind my clock, test the springs, oil the hinges, man, kick it like we've got time to spare. Don't you wanna mic tap, scratch track, playback, overdub it, mix and fix the masters one more time... rock my microphone, baby, what a nice tone, click it and we'll keep real good time.
Don't you wanna cruise in my car... plenty of leg room and six different speeds. Turn the heater on, yeah, crank up some fun, minute to 60 but there's really no need. Don't you wanna polish all the whitewalls, chrome, fix the carburetor, rock it, test the shocks and move the seats. Baby, put your head back, fast track, motor running... let me take the keys.
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