Katzenjammer - Curvaceous Needs

You could dance with my baby
I'm sure he wouldn't mind
You could rub yourself against him
You could pour him drunk with wine
But no matter how vulgar, no matter how refined
He won't be taken by your slender thighs
Or your painted eyes

You could sing to my baby
I'm sure he'd leave and listen
To your sweet, tender love songs in an easy, cheesy key
But no matter how endearing and cherubic you might be
My baby only sings along with me
Yeah, so you...

Just beg all you wanna
I'll make you see who's your momma
‘Cause he's no dog for a bonehead
My baby he's got curvaceous needs
And gets his fix with me

Mmmm, you might be royal, you might be rich
But he'd never turn around to check out any tiny chick
And it don't matter if your legs go on and on and on for days
You've got nothing on my curvy ways

Just beg all you wanna
I'll make you see who's your momma
‘Cause he's no dog for a bonehead
My baby he's got curvaceous needs
And gets his fix with me

Turid: Sonsy, sonsy, baby like it sonsy
Marianne: You've got nothing
On me and my curvy ways
Anne marit: You can dance with my baby
Dance the night away