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Lyle Lovett( Lyle Pearce Lovett )
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Make It Happy
Lyricist:Lyle Lovett
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I slap my baby on her And make it fun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I'm a happy son of a gun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I slap my baby on her And make it fun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I'm a happy son of a gun
Well, I'm goin' to the grocery on the corner For to buy me a coke and some gum Well, I'm goin' to the grocery on the corner I'm a drinkin' [Incomprehensible]son of a gun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I slap my baby on her And make it fun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I'm a happy son of a gun
Well, I whistle when I'm walkin' in the summer Well, I whistle in the spring and the fall Well, I whistle when I'm walkin' in the winter Or else I don't go walkin' at all
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I slap my baby on her And make it fun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I'm a happy son of a gun
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You know, I wake up early in the mornin' You know, I work until my day is done You know, when I come home late in the evenin' I'm a happy son of a gun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy Slap my baby on her And make it fun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I'm a happy son of a gun
Slap my baby on her And make it happy Slap my baby on her And make it fun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I'm a happy son of a gun
Slap my baby on her And make it happy I slap my baby on her And make it fun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun I'm a happy son of a gun I'm a happy son of a gun I'm a happy son of a
Slap my baby on her And make it happy I slap my baby on her And make it fun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I'm a happy son of a gun
[Incomprehensible]to slap my baby on her And make it happy I slap my baby on her And make it fun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun I'm a happy son of a gun I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun I'm a happy son of a gun I'm a happy son of a gun I'm a happy son of a gun
I'm a happy son of a gun I'm a happy son of a gun I'm a happy son of a gun I'm a happy son of a gun
Slap my baby on her And make it happy I slap my baby on her And make it fun
I slap my baby on her And make it happy I'm a happy son of a gun
And I mean, I'm a happy son of a gun And I mean, I'm a happy son of a gun And I mean, I'm a happy son of a gun
Now, now I'm too happy
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