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Text: Bryan Adams. 18 Til I Die. I Wanna Be Your Underwear.

I wanna be your t-shirt when it's wet
I wanna be the shower when you sweat
I got to be the tattoo on your skin
You lemme be your bed, baby, when you climb in, yeah
I wanna be the sheets when you sleep
Lemme be the secrets that you keep
I got to be the spoon to still your cream
I wanna be, the one, that really makes you scream
Yeah now, I wanna be your lipstick when you lick it
I wanna be your high heels, ah, when you kick it
I wanna be sweet love babe, yeah, when you make it
From your feet up to your hair, more than anything I swear
I wanna be your underwear, ah
Oh yeah, I wanna be the itch that you scratch
Wanna be your chair, when you relax
I got to be your razor, when you shave
Wanna be the habit, that really makes you crave

Oh yeah, I wanna be your hot tub, when you dippin'
I wanna be your bathrobe, ah, when you drippin'
I wanna be your coffee, baby, yeah, when you sippin'
I just wanna be right there, more than anything I swear
I wanna be your underwear, ah, you know what I mean
Yeah, I wanna be your sleepin' bag, baby slip inside
Lemme be your motorcycle, take you for a ride, alright
See what I am sayin'
Yeah, I wanna be your hot sauce, yeah, when your cookin'
I wanna be your sunglasses, hey, good lookin'
I wanna be, I wanna be the one, yeah you sticky, hook in
I just wanna be right there, more than anything, I swear
Oh yeah, I wanna be your underwear

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