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 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
Let me be the portable heater
That you’ll get cold without
I wanna be your setting lotion
Hold your head in deep devotion 
(How deep?)
At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean
I wanna be yours

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