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I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots babe
I just wanna be yours
Secrets I have held in my heart
are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours
I wanna be yo-o-o-o-ooours...
Wanna be yo-o-o-o-ooours...
Wanna be yo-o-o-o-ooours...
Wanna be yo-o-o-o-ours...
Let me be your leccy meter
And I'll never run out
Let me be the portable heater
That you’ll get cold without
I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be...)
hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep...?)
N.C.
At least as deep as the Pacific ocean
I wanna be yours
Secrets I have held in my heart
are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours
I wanna be yo-o-o-o-ooours...
Wanna be yo-o-o-o-ooours...
Wanna be yo-o-o-o-ooours...
Wanna be yo-o-o-o-ours...
Wanna be yo-o-o-o-ooours...
Wanna be yo-o-o-o-ooours...
Wanna be yo-o-o-o-ooours...
Wanna be yo-o-o-o-ours...
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Wanna be your vacuum cleaner
breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I'll never rust
I just wanna be yours (Wanna be yours)
I just wanna be yours
I just wanna be yours
(Wanna be yours...)
