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I’m sick of all these women (men)
Who walk all over you
You call me Sunday morning
And ask, “ what should I do?”
You give them all your love and you wonder where they went
You’re at home all alone and all your love is spent
Oh baby, when are you gonna learn?
If you give it to me you’d get a
Guaranteed rate of return
It happens every time
You meet somebody new
You say, “she (he) has the whole package,”
But, you don’t have a clue
You ask them if they know about Descartes and Voltaire
They thank you for the evening and get the hell out of there!
Oh baby, when will it be my turn?
Share it with me and get a
Guaranteed rate of return
All those others just go skin deep
But I see your soul and it’s mine to keep
You’re the only one that I am dreaming of
My love for your is never enough
How long must I wait
For you to be mine
I’m standing right here
But you leave me behind
You keep dealing with love and end up shorthanded
Houston, stand clear! Your love ship has landed
C’mon darlin’, let your candle burn
If you give me your love, you’ll get a
Guaranteed rate of return
If you give me your love, you’ll get a
Guaranteed rate of return