If you want a rationale It isn't very hard to see Stop and think it over, pal The guy sure looks like plant food to me. Take a chance, just feed me and Y'know the kinda eats, the kinda red hot treats. Little Shop Of Horrors - Feed Me (Git It) (Letra e msica para ouvir) - AUDREY II / Feed me Feed me Feed me / Feed me, Seymour / Feed me all night long. So go git it If you wanna be profound And you really gotta justify Take a breath and look around A lot of folks deserve to die You gonna git it I'm your genie, I'm your friend I'm your willing slave. AUDREY II Feed me Feed me Feed me Feed me, Seymour Feed me all night long. Gee I'd like a Harley machine, Toolin' around like I was James Dean, Makin' all the guys on the corner turn green Think about a room at the Ritz Wrapped in velvet, covered in glitz A little nookie gonna clean up your zits And you'll git it I don't know I have so, so many strong reservations Should I go and perform mutilations? I'm your genie, I'm your friend I'm your willing slave Take a chance, just feed me and You know the kinda eats, The kinda red hot treats The kinda sticky licky sweets I craveĬome on, Seymour, don't be a putz Trust me and your life will surely rival King Tut's Show a little 'nitiative, work up the guts And you'll git it Would you like to be a big wheel, Dinin' out for every meal? I'm the plant that can make it all real You gonna git it Who cares if Ive been a little on the anemic side these last few weeks. How am I supposed to keep on feeding you, kill people) Ill make it worth your. Would you like a Cadillac car? Or a guest shot on Jack Paar? How about a date with Hedy Lamarr? You gonna git it. Feed me (Does it have to be mine) Feed me (Where am I sposed to get it). Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me, Seymour Feed me all night long That's right, boy You can do it Feed me, Seymour Feed me all night long 'Cause if you feed me, Seymour I can grow up big and strong You're gonna git it (Ooh, you gonna git it now) I'm your genie I'm your friend, I'm your willing slave Take a chance, just feed me and You know the kinda eats The kinda red-hot treats The kind of sticky, licky sweets I crave Come on, Seymour, don't be a putz (A putz) Trust me and your life will surely rival King Tut's (King Tut's) Show a.
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