Wanted, Baby - MIST, Rick Treffers

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

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