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Your healthy hair Your curls Your smile That kills all enemies I was convinced for a while That you would run out of batteries The carpet and the curtains And the waterbed The calendars and recipes Nothing could refrain the outside world From believing you're so exquise Make Yourself Wanted, Baby Make Yourself Wanted Looking back is wasting time Soon you'll have a baby, baby I never thought you would be happy Without giving in to whys and maybes Push the button close the window Ditch the boyfriend that came too close Pull on that dress Take off that dress Everything fits, anything goes From Letras Mania