Lyrics:
I had the seven year itch
Scratched it out in three
Well, you may say, "How?"
But you don't know me
I've taken my licks
And I'm paying my fee
Gave your love to me to my very soul
I gotta tell you
Gotta tell you
I got that 7year itch baby
Don't know what I'm gonna do
Got that 7 year itch
cboobwatbaayaa cboobwatbaayaa
I know it, I got it, yeah
Seven Year Itch
See how it shows
cboobwatbaayaa cboobwatbaayaa
you are
Spineless Seven year itch
Spineless
You're so bizarre
Spineless Son of a bitch
Overthrow
They'll aim for the apple on your head
clever
Like love must be kind
But we've been married for ages
I'm not falling for any of her lines
And I missed our seven-year itch
Because I was
girl now
She's into she's into girl
Marilyn on the mirror
Seven year itch, and a fever
It broke I didn't believe her
Warned luck was to come
Marilyn
believe it or not
The universe is gonna getcha
You'll be scratchin' the seven year itch
That's just my opinion
Damn! bad karma's a bitch
You better
He is suffering from the seven year itch
But not the kind you see in the movies or on TV
He hasn't known the love of a woman
For seven long years
took their stick
Crippled myself with a baseball bat and a brick
Most other men like to whine about the seven year itch
They're the same men who
that seven year itch been and put you in a ditch
And you're gonna blow your brains out
Never saw her cheatin'
All you heard was your own poor heart
The old get rich the young get pissed
And I'm in the middle with a 7 year itch
The lust for life, the car, the wife
Over there
Yeah, down to the club for
V1
When I seen you together
I felt so sick,
You were my trouble and strife
A 7 year itch,
Look-in down at the clothes
That you threw
ranges of mountains
Crossed three deserts, I got the fever, sun stroke, Malaria, blue
Moonstruck, skeeter bit, poison ivy and the seven year itch
the fever and I got the sun stroke and I got the
Malaria and I got the flu and I got moonstruck and
Skeeter bit, the poison ivy and the 7 year itch
got rich
And in every bar there was a superstar
With a seven-year itch
There were fifteen-million fingers
Learning how to play
And you could hear
and the seven years itch
And I can't count the times
That I've had a cold and a sore throat
Not to mention all the times
That I cut my fingers on a sardine
no more
Well I slept all night in a water trough
Had the flu and the croup and the whoopin' cough
Had the mumps and the measles and the seven years
got rich
And in every bar there was a superstar
With a seven-year itch
There were fifteen-million fingers
Learning how to play
And you could hear
and the seven years itch
And I can't count the times
That I've had a cold and a sore throat
Not to mention all the times
That I cut my fingers on a sardine
get what you want before too long
Gonna take your opportunities
Right or wrong
Some poor cow with a seven-year itch?
You don't dig men
But you'll
ranges of mountains
Crossed three deserts, I got the fever, sun stroke, Malaria, blue
Moonstruck, skeeter bit, poison ivy and the seven year itch
year itch
And I can't count the times that I've had a cold, sore throat.
Much less all the times that I cut my finger on a sardine can.
Chorus:
I can
you're gonna find
The gal was fine as calamine but not
Enough to scratch a seven year itch
'Cause love is like the last licks
Outta Hendrix, yeah
you're gonna find
The gal was fine as calamine but not
Enough to scratch a seven year itch
'Cause love is like the last licks
Outta Hendrix, yeah
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