Richard Thompson
All Buttoned Up
I've got a girl, best girl in the world
But she won't give me a taste of it
Savin' her bed, maidenhead
That's what I call a waste of it
Crosses her arms to hide all her charms
Like she's livin' in a nunnery
Gives me a wink drive me to drink
Know she's only makin' fun of me

She's all buttoned up
Ya' know she's all buttoned up
She's all buttoned up
Ya' know she's all buttoned up, no place to go

Don't mind a squeeze if I say please
I might even manage a kiss of her
But I'll get a slap if I sit her on my lap
I call that so remiss of her

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She hates the stuff I bring her
She wants diamonds on her finger
She wouldn't let me in
Frothing at the mouth and barking
On all fours like Rin Tin Tin
My girl Kate she wants me to wait
But I've got urges, don't I?
I've got desires, raging fires
But I'll do the right thing, won't I?

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She changes with the weather
She keeps her knees together
But she dresses so racy
Drawing man into temptation
With everything silky, satiny, lacy

I've got a girl, best girl in the world
But she won't give me a taste of it
Savin' her bed, maidenhead
That's what I call a waste of it

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