[1st verse:] Honey, cuddle near! Come on over here Pick a fuss with me Pick a fuss with me! There's a reason, my dear Try and make me cross Act just like a boss! Pick a fuss with me Pick a fuss with me My honey, because [Refrain:] I love to quarrel with you Making up is so nice I love to make you cry To kiss the tears away from your eye I'm wild about you! Can't live without you! That's just the reason why I tease you I love to hear myself saying "I didn't mean it I didn't mean it!" When I've had a quarrel with you [2nd verse:] Honey, ain't it nice To be cold as ice? To be cold and then To get warm again Gee, it's nicer than nice! Say that I'm to blame I will say the same Let's get mad and then Let's make up again It's all in the game
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