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I, I, I only liked you for your thighs, thighs, thighsI never stopped to realize, ize, izeThere was something between themI, I, I don't mind to compromise, ise, iseWhen it comes down to your size, size, sizeOf sweaterClean, clean, I got to keep it cleanClean, clean, clean up that wet dreamOh, I'll get the scrubbersYou get the mop flowing And we'll go at it, ohI, I, I hope that you don't mind, mind, mindThat key that you gave me in kind, kind, kindI'm treating it like it's mineClean, clean, I got to keep it cleanClean, clean, clean up that wet dreamOh, I'll get the scrubbersYou get the mop flowing And we'll go at it, ohI, I, I want to be your kitchen slave, slave, slaveLonging only to shave, shave, shaveSongtexteYour Parmesan(My girl, my gun, she's the one with the sonBanging pots in the kitchenMy girl, my gun, she's the one with the son)I, I, I can also trim your lawn, lawn, lawnAnd when this song is done, done, doneI can trim you too.Clean, clean, I got to keep it cleanClean, clean, clean up that wet dreamOh, I'll get the scrubbersYou get the mop flowing And we'll go at it, oh Aus Songtexte Mania