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Lyrics by: Justine Frischmann
# Debut Chart
10 Jul '95 Modern Rock
67 Jul '95 Hot 100

Lyrics

No need to whine, boy Like a windup toy You stutter at my feet And it's never the time, boy You've had too much wine To tumble up my street Well, it isn't a problem Nothing we can't Keep between the sheets Tell me you're mine, love I will not wait for Other bedtime treats (CHORUS) Is it something you lack When I'm flat on my back Is it something that I can do for you It's always something you hate Or it's something you ate Tell me is it the way that I touch you Have you found a new mate And is she really great Is it just that I'm much too much for you Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa Don't feed me a line, boy I can hear that voice You use upon the phone And there's no need to be coy That is something you can Do upon your own


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Well, it isn't a problem Nothing we can't solve, so just relax Am I on the wrong train, love And will I have to Tie you to the tracks (CHORUS) I really want you to Whoa, oh, whoa, oh I really want you to Whoa, oh, whoa, oh

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