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My marmalade Duke spins quatros and spreads the butter wellHe enjoys the taste of her but more importantly of meAnd the reasoning dwells consistently without reasonas my head spins almost out of sync with everything around meWith everything around me.My Marmalade duke` I love the way you spread me on a plateAnd when I'm waking up late in the morningAnd you're rescuing me from the bedsideFrom the bedside.And It feels like I'm stuck in the river with Canary wharf as me only pointAnd if I can't be you're natural girl then I'll glide into my mothers milk[with my passionate prince]My Marmalade dukeI love the way you spread me on a plateAnd when I'm waking up late in the morningAnd you're rescuing me from the bedsideFrom the bedside.And I love the way I think of you my honeySongtexteEven when things get roughEven when the fruit has been laid downAs my head spins almost out of sync with everything around meWith everything around me.Chorus x3 Aus Songtexte Mania