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Wake to wine on a bedside table Warm skin between your arms Underwear lying on the floor Bedroom door shut tight Spilling milk and say I'm ready! You will be my guide I judge you and I wait to shed a tear Tell me please all the things I want to hear You decide I am the one The one you want this afternoon Down in the ale house on avenue b You bought me a stout Before I could choke it down I heard you shout, "I like the apple and I like a pear, I like your curly black hair" Beating on the matress With doubt and pleasure You take that warmth to your face And get buried in the treasure Romantic men begin to sing, "la la" I caught a cab way down town I saw you on the corner of mott Selling fake watches in a hand me down gown Just trying to make a buck I like the apple and I like a pear I like your curly black hair From Letras Mania