I'm Yours

Well, you can take my head and use for a bowling ball
You can take my legs and arms if you need to walk or crawl
You can take my fingers to stir your drink
You can have my brain if you need to think

And you can keep my ass down in your basement in a deep dark hole
You can gimme a great big kiss and suck out my soul
You can mold me like a piece of clay
Keep me on call both night and day

'Cause I'm yours baby
Baby, I'm yours baby
I'm yours baby
Totally yours
Totally yours

And you can steal that song I wrote about sex and beer
And if you need any bodily fluids, I will volunteer
You can have my blood, every drop
You can use me till you use me up

'Cause I'm yours baby
I'm totally yours baby
I'm yours baby
Totally yours

And I would dress up like a sailor and pretend I'm going to pick you up
I would dress up like burglar and pretend I'm going to stick you up
I would dress up like a yogi and I'd meditate on you
I'd dress up like a doctor and operate on you

'Cause I'm yours baby
I'm totally yours baby
I'm yours baby
I'm totally yours
Totally yours

I'm yours
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