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Ain't into that

Album: Happy CD
By:
TABA is Andrea

Duration

4:12

Genres

Singer/Songwriter (Female)

Description

A girl who suspects that her boyfriend is having other thoughts than dietary because he asks her to always eat extended objects instead of good food. And he is a foreign national who loves her, but they communicate via translators which also adds to their confusion. She finally twigs in that his suggestions are erotic in nature, and says that she won't oblige.

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Lyrics

It's always talk of Lollipops and candy cokes and ice cream cones and bananas and liquorice sticks and pop-sickles and gello thrones You sleeze around and silently to see if the fridge is half empty You never spend a mite on me stingy You call me up most every night Your friends play bridge till half past eight And the girlfriends got quite rotten fat cos she's eating all of that. For you and me its cyber talk But now it's time for you to walk And everywhere I go you stalk Cos you are in love with me. Yahoo, Google it's a trap and Sonico has got the clap And e'er on Skype you wanna yap But I ain't into that. The telephone is off the hook the Judge has labelled me a crook My friends call me for the cash Cos the fridge is full of lollipops and candle cocks and ice cream sticks and liquor sticks and pop sickles. But you are not here to eat the thrills And everyone is on my back The lipsticks on the refrigerator Cos I am getting fat The she becomes a he and the he becomes a she and the google translator is certainly not for me. Cos its changing my anatomy and its changing your blighted history And I ain't into that. I've made a gorgeous date With the girl you often hate And the fridge is nice and neat With green vegies and golden meat The candy shops don't interest me And calories are no more free The emails are in the compter bin The sms and crummy loads of pictures of girsl with head Lying spreadeagled in a bed And carrot juice in every fold, and chocolate topping on her mold And I'm confused with what you say I think here's no food but plans of play, the sexy way And I aint' into that, Ain't into that Ain't into that Aint into that nor that, nor she!

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