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Hot Monkey Love
D. Shelton, F. Simes, B. Lanham

You like to brag about agility
I sit and dream of possibilities
Drinking, getting naked with a 
Half dozen eclairs

You know that I love what you do to me
But please could you take off your jewelry
Fearing that your Timex gonna
Pull out my short hairs

I rememeber last Septemeber
You pretended we were in Kenya
No regrets from silhouettes
As drops of sweat fall
From my forehead

We melt and blend with the scenery
And your hot monkey love
You've got no need for machinery
With your hot monkey love

Four hours of playing like a bride & groom
Come out smelling like a locker room
Wheelin'-dealin', my skin begins to peelin'
Sting and beat red

You make me feel like a hooligan
Like they said about the Skipper and Gilligan
Reelin'-squealin', buns up kneelin'
Pass me the cornbread

Please don't laugh it ain't no joke
My acorn grows into an oak
Birdy, birdy in your tree
Sparrow, eagle, swallow, me

We melt and blend with the scenery
And your hot monkey love
You've worn out all your machinery
With your hot monkey love

Can't wait to get another piece of her
A nice slice of hot cherry bendover
Peek-a-boo, cockatoo, showing me a thing or two
How can I thank you, I'll say it in Hindu
That's just a preview

We melt and blend with the scenery
And your hot monkey love
You've got no need for machinery
With your hot monkey love

We melt and blend with the scenery
And your hot monkey love
You've worn out all your machinery
With your hot monkey love