Come on-a my house, my house, I'm-a gonna give you candy.
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm-a gonna give you
apple and a plum and an apricot or two, ah!
Come on-a my house, my house come on.
Come on-a my house, my house-a come on.
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm-a gonna give you
figs and dates and grapes and a cake, ah!
Come on-a my house, my house-a come on.
Come on-a my house, my house come on.
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm-a gonna give you candy.
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm-a gonna give you everything.
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm-a gonna give you Christmas tree.
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm-a gonna give you
marriage ring and a pomegranate, too, ah!
Come on-a my house, my house come on.
Come on-a my house, my house come on.
Come on-a my house, my house I'm-a gonna give a you
peach and a pear and I love your hair, ah!
Come on-a my house, my house-a come on.
Come on-a my house, my house-a come on.
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you an Easter egg.
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm-a gonna give you
everything, everything, everything.
Come on-a my house!
WOW! I'M AMAZED THEY GOT THIS ONE PAST THE CENSORS. THATS THE THING, THOUGH. IN THE FIFTIES YOU COULDNT JUST SAY FILTHY THINGS. YOU HAD TO BE CREATIVE AND THINK OF DIFFERENT WAYS OF SAYING THEM. NO DAYS YOU JUST SAY IT SO THERE IS LESS CREATIVITY.
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Wow. That is a sexy song. She wants some sex. It's sad no women ever actually feel this way. This song was probably written my a man and they paid a woman to sing. Women never want sex
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