I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
Breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I won’t [bad word] If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots babe
I just wanna be yours

Secrets that I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours

Let me be your ‘leccy meter and I’ll [bad word] out
And let me be the portable heater that you’ll get cold without

I wanna be your setting lotion, hold your hair in deep devotion
(How deep?)
I’ll be at least as deep as the Pacific Ocean
I wanna be yours