She slides across the floorPuts her head on his shouldersHis
eyes search for the doorEven as he pulls her closerShe
is a raging beautyHe writes I love you trulyIn lipstick
on her mirrorWhich leaves her in a furorI wanna make
you happyI wanna make you happyI wanna make you happyI
wanna make you happyHis fingers brush her faceShe quivers
like a fawnHe's lost in her embraceShe turns around
he's goneShe knows his lies are barefacedAs she descends
the staircaseHer clothes are falling off herHe can't
resist her offerYou wanna make me happyYou wanna make
me happyYou wanna make me happyYou wanna make me happyWe
do the monkey dance, it's a crazy feelingMonkey dance,
what we are concealingMonkey dance,
we shall be revealingWe do the monkey dance,
when the blows all glanceMonkey dance,
we do the monkey danceShe has a will of ironHe reads
her Keats and ByronTill she can go no furtherHe starts
to read her ThurberI wanna make you happyI wanna make
you happyYou wanna make me happyYou wanna make me happyWe
do the monkey dance, it's a crazy feelingMonkey dance,
what we are concealingMonkey dance,
we shall be revealingWe do the monkey dance,
when the blows all glanceMonkey dance,
we become advancedMonkey dance, we do the monkey danceMonkey dance