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Gimme A Man To Call My Own Gershon Gehochobovich!
Gimme A Man To Call My Own Gershon Gehochobovich!

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Gimme A Man To Call My Own Gershon Gehochobovich!
    - in the style of Abba

I was sick and tired of everything,
When I called you last night from Australia.
All I do is vacuum and queue at the check outs and feed the cats,
Wishing that I wasn't so ugly.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme a man to call my own!
Won't somebody help me get fitter!
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme a man to call my own!
I really want to get fitter!

Gershon Gehochobovich, I was defeated, you won the war.
Gershon Gehochobovich, promise to love me forever more.
Gershon Gehochobovich, couldn't escape if I wanted to.
Gershon Gehochobovich, knowing my fate is to be with you.
Golly-golly-golly-golly-golly Gershon Gehochobovich!
Finally facing Gershon Gehochobovich.

You are the running actor, here in Australia.
Running actor, feel the beat from the tambourine.
You can get fitter, you can get fitter, having the time of your life.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! a man to call my own,
Won't somebody help me get fitter!

Generated on 18/06/2009 15:59 by band bez imena

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