Baked Potato

This little baked potato
She won't stop messing around
She's a little hot potato
And the guys pass her all around town
(hot hot hot)
My wife woke up this morning
In the arms of another man
I'm getting on a train to Georgia
Get out of town as fast as I can
I've been sweeping and mopping all the floors
But when you get home from work, you act
like making love's a chore
I've been trying real hard to nice
I give romantic massages like almost
every other night
Your love it drives me crazy
'cause your love is so amazing
When it's hot red soul ablazing
But your love is always maybe
(Love! Love!)
I don't want maybe, want your
(Love! Love!)
Drive me crazy
(Love! Love!)
Hot red and blazing
(Love! Love!)
But your love is always maybe
I know my loving hasn't been the best
It's just that two-thrust-bust and you're not
even out of breath
I think we'd be better if there was some actual passion
'stead of this predetermined times like we're
just taking out the garbage
Your love is so amazing
When it's hot red soul ablazing
Hot red and soul ablazing
Wanna make like a million babies with ya
(Love! Love!)
it's always maybe
(Love! Love!)
drive me crazy
(Love! Love!)
hot red and blazing
(Love! Love!)
make a million babies
This little baked potato
Lived her whole life on the run
Never seen the back of a dollar
She'll be gone with the rising sun
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