Lyrics:
I'm wearin' my
Fur pyjamas
I ride a
Hot potato
It's ticklin' my fancy
Speak up, I can't hear you
Here on this mountaintop, oh oh oh
I got
I'm wearin' my
Fur pyjamas
I ride a
Hot potato
It's ticklin' my fancy
Speak up, I can't hear you
Here on this mountaintop, oh oh oh
I got
at a million
And I just can't stop
I call you up twice, hang up the phone
Call again, I wanna talk
I get wild on you, baby
I get wild and fucking crazy
Taste of your love
Taste of your love
Gentle on my mind
Taste of your love
Sweet and wild as berries
From a summer vine
I know the stars saw the spark
There's a cabin in the pines, hidden in the wild wood
Wrapped in honeysuckle vines
Where a mellow moon is always shining
Shining on my cabin in
picking up
Every little string is you
Plucked from the vine, ahead of its time
Only if you want me to
Wild, my breath of wonder
Child, running like
There's a cabin in the pines, hidden in the wild wood
Wrapped in honeysuckle vines
Where a mellow moon is always shining
Shining on my cabin in
me a Tec, now I`m wild, insane
I`m on a hunt for a rapper who want to turn singer
I got my beat-em-down bat and a itchy finger
So if you`re nice
I'm gonna miss ya
Fast and forbidden
Ripe on the vine
Under my skin Fire has risen
Dangerous kind
(Wild love)
Wash over me like [?]
earth
Wild strength and she blooms
Maybe she's just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Maybe she's just a monring glory
Lost in a tangle
Everyone knows she's a ramblin' rose
She's a beauty growin' wild!
Birds in their nest seem to whistle their best
For mother nature's favourite
the sky
I saw love in a young girl's eyes
And that's a look you never forget
Seventeen
Only comes once in a lifetime
Don't it just fly by wild
Everyone knows she's a rambling rose, she's a beauty growing wild
Birds in their nests seem to whistle their best
Mother Nature's favorite child
and a child
One restless summer we found love growing wild
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path
It's funny how those memories they last
Like
of the modern nights
Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel pews
Through the class on Park and the trash on Vine
Through Europe and the deep
Well, you can act like a monkey
Shake your hands, do the limbo till you can't stand
Well, you can mash your potato, hippy hippy shake
But the beats
Everyone knows she's a ramblin' rose
She's a beauty growin' wild!
Birds in their nest seem to whistle their best
For mother nature's favourite
Cha, cha, cha, cha
Cha, cha, cha, cha
Cha, cha, cha, cha
You're a smooth operator
(Uh huh)
You're a cool sweet potato
(Oh yeah)
Kiss me,
Come in my-oh
Make we mash this one ya and go on...
I'm wearin' fur pyjamas
I ride a Hot Potato
It's tickling my fancies
Speak up, now I
Cha, cha, cha, cha
Cha, cha, cha, cha
Cha, cha, cha, cha
You're a smooth operator
(Uh huh)
You're a cool sweet potato
(Oh yeah)
Kiss me,
of the modern nights
Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel pews
Through the class on Park and the trash on Vine
Through Europe and the deep,
of the modern nights
Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel pews
Through the class on Park and the trash on Vine
Through Europe and the deep,
me like a sweet potato vine
Goin' up Cripple Creek, goin' on a run
Goin' up Cripple Creek to have a little fun
Goin' up Cripple Creek, goin' in
Everyone knows she's a rambling rose, she's a beauty growing wild
Birds in their nests seem to whistle their best
Mother Nature's favorite child
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