::glances sidelong::
This isn't.... about anyone.... in particular.... really....
::runs off::
::runs back::
The guitar is seventies-tastic.
::runs away again::
I Just Want to Make Love to You
by Foghat
I don't want you cook my bread,
I don't want you make my bed,
I don't want your money too,
I just wanna make love to you.
I don't want you be no slave,
I don't want you work all day,
I don't want you to be sad and blue,
I just wanna make love to you.
I can tell by the way that you baby talk,
I can see by the way that you switch and walk,
I can tell by the way that you treat your man,
But I could love you baby, it's a cryin' shame.
I don't want you wash my clothes,
I don't want you keep a home,
I don't want you to be true,
I just wanna make love to you.
I don't want you be no slave,
I don't want you work all day,
I don't want you to be true,
I just wanna make love to you.
I don't want you keep a home,
I don't want you wash my clothes,
I don't want you to be true,
I just wanna make love...