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USE ME
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(B. Withers)
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My friends feel it's their appointed duty
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They keep tryin' to tell me
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All you really wanna do is use me
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Hey, but my answer to all that 'use me' stuff
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I wanna spread the news that if it feels this good bein' used
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Go on and use me - 'til you use me all up
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My brother sit me right down and a-talked to me
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He told me that I ought not to let ya just walk on me
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I'm sure he meant well, yeah - but when our talk was through
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I said: 'brother, if you only knew - you'd wish that you were in my shoes'
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You just kee usin' me
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Go on and use me all up
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Hey- use me all up
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Sometimes it's true, hey - you really do abuse me
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You get me in a crowd o' high class people
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And you act real rude to me
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Well, baby, baby, baby - when you love me, I can't get enough
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Uh-huh, well I wanna psread the news
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That if it feels this good bein' used - go on and use me
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Hey - 'til you use me all up
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God, use me all up
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You really do abuse me
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All you gotta do is use me
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Baby, baby, baby
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Baby, baby, baby
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Hey...!
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USE ME
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| Scott Walker |
