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He's delighted to love me
But you know
I just don't know what to say to him
I just don't know

Heard it on the radio
It's no good
Heard it on the radio
It's news to me
When she gets something
It's understood
Baby's got somethin' she's not used to

Down, down, poppy, yeah
Down, down, poppy, yeah

Goin' on the corner
I'm gonna score
Baby wants somethin'
She's in the mood to
Baby wants somethin'
I want more
When I don't get it
I get blue, blue

Down, down
And it's really comin'
Really comin'
Down, down, poppy, yeah

Goin' on the corner
I'm gonna score
Baby's got somethin'
Gonna get through, through
When I want somethin' I want more
Heard it on the radio
There's nothin' I can do do

I'm in the mood to
And I'm a woman and an individual
And I want rockin' real slow
I wanna hear it on the radio
I wanna hear it
I wanna score
(Poppies)
I wanna hear it on the radio
Baby got it but baby want more

On the radio
Heard it on the radio
Baby got it
But baby want more

Heard it on the radio
Won't be no need for layin' in the road
Tonight I'm goin' out
Oh, yeah
Baby got it
But baby want more
She won't need it any more

Although she was tense and lean in the sun
Splintered like a country
Gently pulled his finger
Everything is soakin' and spread with butter 
Their flowers on an average on the seed

And then they laid her on the table
She connected with the inhaler
And the needle shiftin' like crazy
She was
She was completely still
It was like a painting of a vase
She just lay there and the gas traveled fast
Through the dorsal spine and down and around
(I want more)
The anal cavity
Her cranium
(I wanna score)
Just, it was really great, man
The gas had inflicted her entire spine
With the elements of a voluptuous disease
With a green vapor
Made her feet light

Baby want more

Baby, was it in the closet
Baby get it there
Baby tag it
Baby got it and baby begged for it, baby

I don't think (After station)
There's any station
(I remember when)
Quite as interesting to me
(baby worship something)
As the twelfth station
(Laughin' at the flowers)
I tuned in (To the tower)
Too many centuries
Were calling to me
And I spin
Come down through time
Oh, watch them say you're too high

And I swim through

Hear it on the radio
Goddamn, in my radio
Hear it on the radio
Hear it on the radio
One long ecstatic pure sensation
Restriction started excreting
Started excreting
Ah, exhilarating
Bottomless pit

Hey, Sheba
Hey, Salome
Hey, Venus eclipsin' my way, ah
Her vessel
Every woman is a vessel
Is evasive
Is aquatic
Everyone
Silver ecstatic
Platinum disk spinning

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