Miss Soul The Cat Empire
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Miss Soul won't you tell me all the pretty things you need
I got my shopping list of love right here
Remind me what's the 1, 2, 3
And if I get you all those lovely things my working money buy
Oh won't you gimme some, could you gimme some, do I get a little piece of that honey pie?
Sunday morning hits, like a straight ball to the eye
I sit up and wonder why, now I wonder why
Then I ask myself as I listen to the music, sweet music coming in from outside
Miss Soul won't you tell me all the pretty things you need
(Miss Soul won't you tell me all the pretty things you need)
I got my shopping list of love right here
Remind me what's the 1, 2, 3
(I'll get your shopping list, remind you what's the 1, 2, 3)
And if I get you all those lovely things my working money buy
(And if I get you all those lovely things my working money buy)
Oh won't you gimme some, a gimme some, gimme some of your honey pie
(ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
Sunday morning hits, like a straight ball to the eye
I sit up and wonder why, now I wonder why
Then I ask myself as I listen to the music, sweet music coming in from outside
Sunday morning hits, like a straight ball to the eye
I sit up and wonder why, now I wonder why
Then I ask myself as I listen to the music, sweet music coming in from outside
I got my shopping list of love right here
Remind me what's the 1, 2, 3
And if I get you all those lovely things my working money buy
Oh won't you gimme some, could you gimme some, do I get a little piece of that honey pie?
Sunday morning hits, like a straight ball to the eye
I sit up and wonder why, now I wonder why
Then I ask myself as I listen to the music, sweet music coming in from outside
Miss Soul won't you tell me all the pretty things you need
(Miss Soul won't you tell me all the pretty things you need)
I got my shopping list of love right here
Remind me what's the 1, 2, 3
(I'll get your shopping list, remind you what's the 1, 2, 3)
And if I get you all those lovely things my working money buy
(And if I get you all those lovely things my working money buy)
Oh won't you gimme some, a gimme some, gimme some of your honey pie
(ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
Sunday morning hits, like a straight ball to the eye
I sit up and wonder why, now I wonder why
Then I ask myself as I listen to the music, sweet music coming in from outside
Sunday morning hits, like a straight ball to the eye
I sit up and wonder why, now I wonder why
Then I ask myself as I listen to the music, sweet music coming in from outside
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