SILVER SPOON

All my friends have gone to college.

They just can’t get enough of school.

What you gonna do with all that knowledge,

would you eat from that Silver Spoon?

I don’t need no house in the suburb,

S-U-V no pager number.

All I want is make sweet love to you.

Just want to make sweet love to you.

All my friends have gone got married.

Thinking two incomes are so cool.

What you gonna do with all them chillens?

How will you eat from the Silver Spoon?

I don’t need no house in the suburb.

Don’t want to be a divorce number.

All I want is make sweet love to you.

Just want to make sweet love to you.

Come on baby, let’s make some sweet love.

Just you and me in this drafty old shack.

If the hawk crawls up our back.

We’ll just roll over and grab that afghan you been knitting.

I don’t need no house in the suburb.

I need no cellular number.

All I want is make sweet love to you.

Just want to make sweet love to you.

Woman you got this old house rocking.

I love to chase the blues with you.

But lately I been wondering.

Would you pass that old wooden soup spoon?

I don’t need no house in the suburb.

I need no licence numbers.

All I want is make sweet love to you.

Just want to make sweet love to you.

Just want you.

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