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| Song: | P— |  
| Album: | P— | Genres: | pY |  
| Year: |  | Length: | 359 sec |  Lyrics: 
 Got this bug-eyed girlCold hand on my knee
 Frozen teeth chitter, chatter
 She's dressed up like a cemetary
 Like a cemetary
 
 Snowbound all winter
 Blue lips on my cheek
 Little tongues prattlin', rattlin'
 Talkin' about them hometown geeks
 Them hometown geeks
 
 Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee
 Help me into your custom kitchen
 Gimme a cup of that old black magic
 I wanna get me some of that old home cookin'
 Can you feel it, it's chilly and freezin'
 Wake up Wendy, moods a changin'
 I got a reason, and you got a feelin'
 Wake up Wendy, love's in season
 
 Feels like a steam clean
 When she washes me
 Clouds bustin', pumps a hissin'
 Just peel me off the ceiling
 Off the ceiling
 
 Chill out bug-eyed-girl
 Zap me into cinders
 Pop the thermal mumbo jumbo
 Melt me with your little fingers
 With little fingers
 
 Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee
 Help me into your custom kitchen
 Gimme a cup of that old black magic
 I wanna get me some of that old home cookin'
 Can you feel it, it's chilly and freezin'
 Wake up Wendy, moods a changin'
 I got a reason, and you got a feelin'
 Wake up Wendy, love's in season
 Wake up Wendy, love's in season
 Wake up Wendy, love's in season
 
 
		
		
	
 
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