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Be The Man

© Barbara S. Garriel
Lyrics and Music by Barbara S. Garriel

I’m gonna be your spicy Ginger.
Ain’t gonna be sweet Maryann.
If you’ll jump from the pan into the fire,
Honey, you just might be the man.

I’m gonna be your hot tamale.
Ain’t gonna be warm apple pie.
If you’ll jump from the pan into the fire,
You might be my kind of guy.

I’ll drive you to distraction.
Won’t know your left side from your right.
You say you’ve been looking for satisfaction.
I know you’ll savor every bite.

I’m gonna be your locomotive.
Ain’t gonna be your mini-van.
If you’ll jump from the pan into the fire,
Honey, you just might be the man.

I’m gonna be your Venus fly-trap.
Ain’t gonna be no butterfly.
If you’ll jump from the pan into the fire,
You might be my kind of guy.

I’ll make you cry like a baby.
You’ll be crawling cross that floor.
Guaranteed to make you crazy.
You’ll be back begging for more.

I’m gonna be your lion tamer.
Ain’t gonna be your little lamb.
If you’ll jump from the pan into the fire,
Honey, you just might be the man.
If you’ll jump from the pan into the fire,
Honey, you just might be my man.

© Barbara S. Garriel