You can buy me a Daiquiri
You can take me home and tear my clothes off
Here am I; married? No, I'm celibate, ha ha

Want a 'lude, I don't care
The feeling's numb but we cry, oh, ah
Here am I, making sure you get your share

Well, isn't this a night?
You have a wife, a little girl at home
Never mind, nice to know you, wave goodbye

Touch, touch, touch me; can you stay tonight?
I don't want you to leave my side
Talk, talk, talk to me; I need to know
Will you remember me tomorrow?

Well, if you say you love me, I might believe
That you see something special in me
And then the days go by, and you're not there
If you want me, touch me, touch me now

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Writer(s): FRANK EDWARD WILSON, PAMELA JOAN SAWYER