Tattoos in Mayberry

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Work it baby
work it.
Work it in and out of bed.
Work it from your tip toes
to the top of your head
Work it baby work it
One, two, three, four, five.
Work it, give it all you've got
to keep your light alive.
Show them how you work it
with your soft, clear, porcelain skin.
Work it with pink ribbons
to bring  more custies floodin' in.
So  impressive how  you work it
au natural
You're a special kind of heaven
as you work a boy to hell.
Work it for the gentry
Work it on and off the clock.
Work it li'l sentry
Proud preach it to the flock.
Work it baby
work it
Before your pillow hits your head.
First.won't you sizzle my steak
before you butter my bread.

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