Manufacture me, Baby,
according to your own designs.
Manufacture me, Baby--
make me yours along the lines
you have in mind.
Mold and fashion me
in the factory
of your lustful will.
What a thrill to get
produced by you.
Industrialize me
in your plant.
Run me through
an assembly line.
Baby, you are fine.
Paint me red
and box me up;
send me direct
to your front door.
Make me part
of your new
product line.
Manufacture me, Baby.
you know what my design is for.
I'll be your item and your tool,
a cool invention of your own.
Ah, bring me home.
Manufacture me, Baby.
I'll no, not ever,
leave you alone.
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