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Don't Get the Right IdeaI thought she knew what I wantedwhen me n that cheerleader bondedin the lunchroom after classcos as we sat there talkingthat brunette's fishnet stockingscaught my lust like a big sea bassI stopped by her house that Fridayand I looked at her sidewayswhen she said I could help her gradesshe told her mom we were study buddiesbut I liked diff'rent social studiesso up in her room I set her straightdon't get the right ideaget your mind in the gutterI'm only here cos your long legsmake my poor heart flutterI thought it was clear all alongbaby, I'm Mr. Wrongso honey, tonightdon't get the rightdon't get the right ideawell, this gal from down in Dixiewas sultry, wild n sexyand we'd dated for several monthsshe liked the back of my Novadidn't mind my pull-out sofaand we'd been in my canvas hammock oncebut I got kinda suspiciousabout that sweet thang's wisheswhen I found a Modern Bride magazineI said, "if you think we're headingfor a fancy layer cake weddingwith a fourteen carrot ringdon't get the right ideaget your mind in the gutterI'm only here cos your accentmakes my poor heart flutterI thought it was clear all alongbaby, I'm Mr. Wrongso honey, tonightdon't get the rightdon't get the right ideayeah, you're soft n purtyand I'm down n durtyso baby tonightdon't get the rightdon't get the right idea(c)2005 Robert George