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Music in the kitchen, I'm calling your name We were kissing last night, but it wasn't the same I've got the clinger's cling, I've got the swinger's swing I've got the charmer's charm, I'll walk you home under my arm I've got the gentleman's spell, but I'll fuck in any motel Your friend is on the telephone, he's calling my bluff He's telling you I touched her, but that's not enough He's making shit up now, trying to be your friend He's making you cry, making me contend He's making you feel worse, making me perverse Now you know what you wanted to know and I'm fucking cursed From Letras Mania