Ginger Wendy You're Killing Me
Wendy, you’re killing me
And I don’t want it to be gently
Baby, can’t you see
Your pleasure is wearing me down?
Wendy, you’re killing me
And I don’t want it to be gently
Oh, Wendy if death is free…
Then I will pay the price, it fits so nice,
Won’t you put the pressure on?
A little vice and a lot of turning on
What’s wrong or right?
When you get out of those jeans,
You’re gonna know just what I mean.
Wendy, you’re killing me
And I don’t want it to be gently
Baby, can’t you see
Your pleasure is wearing me down?
Wendy, you’re killing me
And I don’t want it to be gently
Oh, Wendy if death is free…
Then what a price to pay,
I gotta say that a little ache and pain,
At my age, is a pleasant agony.
By the way,
I love your new underwear
Why don’t we take the party in there?
Oh baby.
Wendy, you’re killing me
And I don’t want it to be gently
Baby, can’t you see
Your pleasure is wearing me down?
Wendy, you’re killing me
And I don’t want it to be gently
Oh, Wendy if death is free…
