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Real Sugar

 

Real Sugar

(album: Room Service - 2001)


Right in the front door I recognized the perfume
The scent was perfect in the dusk by the moon
There must be many ways to ask her to my room
Why didn't I dare?

Well, every hour I try to get something done
Out in the weekend when I'm just having some fun
I'm winding up with none, just zeroes, no 1's, just space with no air

I get: "Bye-bye baby-baby bye baby-baby bye-bye:"
Real sugar, I don't wanna climb the walls
Real sugar, that's what I want or none at all
Real sugar, sweet as a sweet can be
Real sugar, that's what I want and what I need
That's what I need.

Yeah, every Friday I'm getting ready to roll
I want her blue eyes start saying "Hi" and "Hellow"
but I can always tell she'd rather be alone with some other guy

I get: "Bye-bye baby-baby bye baby-baby bye-bye:"
Real sugar, I don't wanna climb the walls
Real sugar, that's what I want or none at all
Real sugar, sweet as a sweet can be
Real sugar, that's what I want and what I need
Real sugar, I don't wanna climb the walls
Real sugar, that's what I want or none at all
Real sugar, sweet as a sweet can be
Real sugar, that's what you've got so what's for me?
Hey, what's for me?

I turn myself in, turn turn turn
I turn myself out, outside and in
Gimme gimme real sugar
I don't wanna climb the walls.

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