You are hotter than this summery May.
Let your boys hit the hay;
Baby, I am all yours to play.
Make me your muse,
Mould me like clay;
Baby, I am all yours to play.
Sail your ship,
Bring it to the docking bay;
Baby, I am all yours to play.
Skin like mulberry silk,
Not a rag doll, not easy to fray;
Baby, I am all yours to play.
Run your fingers through my hair,
Make me sing like a blue jay;
Baby, I am all yours to play.
Yes, I am all yours to play.
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