He's got a thing for fitness, seven days a week
But I don't really care unless he's working out with me
He's got a thing for flowers,
but only certain kinds
And by certain kinds I mean only it's fine
Don't get enough, he don't get enough
I don't get enough, he don't get enough of me
Don't get enough,
I don't get enough He don't get enough,
I don't get enough
There's no innuendos,
it's exactly what you think
Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink
Don't get enough,
he don't get enough I don't get enough,
he don't get enough of me
Don't get enough,
I don't get enough He don't get enough,
I don't get enough
There's no innuendos,
it's exactly what you think
Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink
He loves the color pink
Open up your mind,
wanna walk through the corridors And open doors,
I wonder if they're pink
Open up your mind,
wanna walk through the corridors And open doors,
I wonder if they're pink
Don't get enough,
he don't get enough I don't get enough,
he don't get enough of me
Don't get enough,
I don't get enough He don't get enough,
I don't get enough
Sorry