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In Memory |
© Michael Peter Smith 1966

I could learn to understand Swahili by myself
I could even teach it to my good dog Ralph
I could learn to read you every book upon the shelf
I could learn to tell your fortune like the Oracle of Delphi
I could learn to tell you every flower by it's color
I could learn to swim as fast as Johnny Weismuller
But I couldn't ever learn to get along without you
Don't you run away from me I sure dig sex

Ah you can get love from your papa or your mama
You can get warm from a turkish or a sauna
You can get hot from tortillas or lasagna
But you get all three when you make it with me

I really must confess it gets me in the solar plexus
When I think about the differences there are between the sexes
Peanut butter sndwiches are really neat
But when you get right down to it you can't compete with
Good old S-double-E-double-X is
Camper than Batman bigger than Texas
You're concave and I'm convex
Welcome to the world of sex

Ah do I love you is the pope Catholic
Do I need you is a rubber band elastic
Do I want you is the atom bomb drastic
Let's us be heterosexually entwined

We'd fit like a tailored suit dear
I dig you more than I dig root beer
Green Giant peas need a big green pod
I spend a lotta time needin your bod
And walkin around through fields of clover
Can't we lie down and talk things over
You never know what's coming off next do you
In The Wonderful World Of Sex

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