Get your top off, get your top off honey
If u can’t stand the heat get outa the stitchin’
Just like me, they long to be clothing-free
Summertime, and it’s easy undressin’
I just want your extra time and your skin
I can see clearly now, your clothes have gone
My baby don’t care for clothes. I’m wishin’
On a starkers, because, fatty bum bum
I can’t wait till 9pm till I come
Bend me shape me, hit me once more baby
Cos when you’re smilin’ the sun comes shinin’
Through the rain, though my screams are tossed and blown
But then I should be so lucky, lucky
You and your clothes will keep on keepin’ on
Tue 13 May 2008
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