And I’ll all that true love

Nr. 217 / 2006

E’vry morning won’t you get up early,
cook me great big t-bone steak
Serve it to me in bed, go on the street and hustle,
bring me back all the money you make
Won’t you rub my body with sweet scented oil,
cool me with a ‘lectic fan
Run to the church, fall down on your knees,
say “Lord, I wanna thank you for that man.”

And I’ll call that true love, true and sweet -
that ain’t the kind of love I’m getting
but baby that’s the kind of love I need.

(Dr. Hook and the medicine show)

25. August 2006

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