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Note-For all you football lovers out there this song and this bud are for you!

Baby, baby

Sunday, Monday, Thrusday

If you could only understand

The way

It touchs

Grips me deep inside

Makes me the macho man

I am here today...

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But you don't

Girl, you don't s-e-e

You don't see the ball

The big one

The only one that matters

Every Sunday, Monday, Thrusday

Girl, you don't see the football

And  that's why you're my window today

Ooh, my football window  today  

They play

So I must obey

The male urge to watch

To imagine

I am the quarterback

The star

So strong

It overwelms all normal, rational behavior

Oh honey, if only

You would watch at least one game

With your man....

Chorus

Almost sexual in its hold

Yeah sad but true

Sometimes it's even better

Then what we do in there

The high I get

The thrill that shoots through me

Ooh ain't nothin' sweeter

Or closer to Heaven on Earth

And girl, you just might feel it too

If you'd give it all half a chance

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The game and I merge

Every weekend

We become that one ulimate one

Champions

Legends

For a few hours

Freddom from all worry and trouble is mine

Yeah, for that Sunday

I am gold

More then they ever dreamed I'd be

I am fulfilled

I am....

A man!

And you would get that

If just once you would couchgate with me

Chorus  2X

2013 Ramona Thompson