I don't have a library card

But do you mind if I check you out?

I like your skeletal structure, baby

You're an Ectomorph, no doubt Your face is real symmetrical

And your nostrils are so nice

I wish that I was cross-eyed, girl

So I could see you twice Girl, you smell like fritos

That's why I'm giving you this hungry stare

You're so hot, you're gonna melt

The elastic in my underwear I'll bet you're magically delicious

Like a bowl of lucky charms

You'd look like Venus De Milo

If I just cut off your arms

What I'm trying to say is I wanna be your lover, baby

I need somebody to love

You know I just wanna be your lover, baby

Now, I need somebody to love Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo

Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo

Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo

Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo Do you believe in love at first sight

Or should I walk by again?

My love for you'd like diarrhea

I just can't hold it in Stop, drop and roll now

'Cause baby, you're on fire

I'll bet your outfit

Makes a lot of noise in the drier You're absolutely perfect

Don't speak now, you might spoil it

Your eyes are even bluer

Than the water in my toilet Say, has anyone ever told you

You've got Yugoslavian hands?

No, of course not, that would be stupid

Just forget I ever brought it up

The point I'm trying to make is I wanna be your lover, baby

I need somebody to love

You know I just wanna be your lover, baby

Now, I need somebody to love Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo

Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo

Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo

Ooh hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo I wanna be your Krakatoa

Let my lava flow all over you

I wanna be your anaconda

And your heat-seeking missile too I wanna be your beef burrito

Am I making this perfectly clear?

I wanna be your love torpedo

Are you picking up the subtle innuendo here? I hope I'm not being forward

But do you mind if I chew on your butt?

You can tell me truthfully

Am I a steaming hunk of love now, or what? There just aren't enough o's in smooth

To describe how smooth I am

Maybe you've seen my picture

It's in the dictionary under "Kablaam!" My lips are registered weapons

Can I invade your personal space?

You must have fallen from Heaven

That would explain how you messed up your face Well, how'd you get through security?

'Cause, baby, you're the bomb

I'd like to take you home right now

So you can meet my Mom

Because I I wanna be your lover, baby

I need somebody to love

You know I just wanna be your lover, baby

Now, I need somebody to love Girl, you must be Jamaican

Because Jamaican me crazy

Girl, you must be Jamaican

Because Jamaican me crazy I wanna be your lover, baby

I need somebody to love

You know I just wanna be your lover, baby

Now, I need somebody to love

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