If I'm bu*ter then
He's a hot knife
He makes my heart a cinemascope screen
Showing a dancing bird of paradise
He excites me: must be like the Genesis of Rhythm
I get feisty whenever I'm with him
I'm a hot knife
He's a pat of bu*ter
If I get a chance
I’m gonna show him that
He’s never gonna need another
Never need another
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And you can
And you can
And you can relax around me
Maybe he could teach me something
Maybe I could teach him, too
Even just to reach is triumph
Now, I really got a hold on you