© 1978 Neal
Gladstone
Honeymaker, won’t you be my baker
Toast me golden brown
I’ve been rising, need some supervising
Please don’t turn me down
She said Whoa…You best forget your plan
You’re not my kind of man
Now get out while you can
Lovely creature, won’t you be my teacher
We could PhD
I’ve been yearning for the higher learning
You could give to me
She said Whoa, now let’s get one thing clear
Your love’s not wanted here
Why don’t you disappear
Sweet magician, consider my position
What else can I do?
Kind affection for my fine projection
Is all I want from you
She said Whoa, now why don’t you get smart
We’re much too far apart
And I’ll just break your heart
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