LYRIC

Number One likes her, Number Two digs her back: she makes
her feel all that jazz. Number One doesn’t know about
Number Three, thinks Number Two only works one ass. Gotta
get your hands on some action, that’s what you think of
them, you don’t care if they’re blond, brunette or red.
Number One holds her hands, Number Three rocks her pants
and Number Two fulfills their demands. And one day a
phone will swell, a voice will tell: ‘I saw you yesterday
at the coffeeshop, holding hands with the girl from the
copyshop’. Gotta get my hands on some action, that’s what
you’ll say to her, I don’t care if you’re blond, brunette
or red. Gotta get our hands on some action, that’s what
you’ll say to them, when you think of the other blonds,
and the other brunettes and the other reds. Open up your
heart, ’cause you can never own me.

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