"Mrs. Thompson" as written by and Luke Pritchard....
Oh, Mrs. Thompson
Won't you open your legs again
I miss the times when we would bump and fight
And then make love

And sweet sweet Delilah
How sweet you do sit
Upon my back

Oh, and my lover
How lightly you tred
Upon my bed

And now I'm just a crime
Upon this city
Oh, watch me wriggle oh for my life
And if a thousand men
Couldn't put me together again
Then who am I?

Oh, my Christina
How I do miss your thighs
And sweet sweet Delilah
How sweet you must sit
Upon my back

And now I'm just a crime
Upon this city
Oh, watch me wriggle oh for my life
And if a thousand men
Couldn't put me together again
Then who am I?


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"Mrs. Thompson" as written by Luke Pritchard

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