Close To You

Close To You © 1/23/2009 Bob Mullany

You're the kind of woman make a man talk trash
 Flash some cash, make a splash
 Dress up in a suit to go Sunday mass
 Just to get close to you

You're the kind of woman that's so darned cute
You don't seem real, it won't compute
I don't have to see you in your birthday suit

I just wanna get close to you
You're the kind of woman make a grown man cry
Act real shy, feel tongue-tied
Point out imperfections in the other guys
Just to stay close to you

You're the kind of woman that's so darned cute
You don't seem real, it won't compute
I don't have to see you in your birthday suit
I just wanna get close to you

I'm a sweet sugar daddy with a schoolboy crush
When we touch makes me blush
You're the kind of woman turns my mind to mush
When I get close to you
You're the kind of woman that's so darned cute
You don't seem real, it won't compute
God, I want to see you in your birthday suit
Then I want to get close to you,
then I want to get close to you

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