Please mister, don't you touch me tomato,
No, don't touch me tomato.
Touch me on me pumpkin, potato,
For goodness' sake, don't touch me tomato.
Touch me this, touch me that.
Touch me everything I got.
Touch me plum, me apples too.
But here's one thing you just can't do.
All you do is feel up, feel up.
Ain't you tired of feel up, feel up.
All you do is squeeze up, squeeze up.
Ain't you tired of squeeze up, squeeze up.
Mister, take advice from me,
The more you look is the less you'll see.
But if you just must have your way,
Double the price you'll have to pay.
(..)
Oh, you're hard like a coconut,
But nuts, oh nuts, are nothing but.
Before the chapters, ? and hot,
Make up your mind, man, what is what.
'Cause all you do is feel up, feel up.
Ain't you tired of feel up, feel up.
All you do is squeeze up, squeeze up.
Ain't you tired of squeeze up, squeeze up..
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