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I’m tired, so tired
I’m tired of having sex
I’m spread so thin
I don’t know who I am
Monday night I’m makin’ jen
Tuesday night I’m makin’ lyn
Wednesday night I’m makin’ catherine
Oh, why can’t I be makin’ love come true?
I’m beat, beet red
Ashamed of what I said
I’m sorry, here I go
I know I’m a sinner
But I can’t say no
Thursday night I’m makin’ denise
Friday night I’m makin’ sharise
Saturday night I’m making louise
Oh, why can’t I be making love come true?
Tonite, I’m down on my knees
Tonite, I’m beggin’ you please
Tonite, tonite please
Why, can’t I be makin’ love come true?
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