Pump

Written by Douglas Firestein & Gloria Firestein

You be looking so fine over there
Propped up against that wall
Handsome in your leather coat
The ladies all staring in awe

I have the goods you’re shopping for
Meet all your needs and then some
Lets grab a cab back to your place
For a little demonstration

I need you to PUMP!
Pump your baby in me
(Pump your baby, pump your baby)
I need you to COME!
Come right over and see
(Come right over, come right over)

Making love ain’t enough
If I want to entrap you
You must think we’re in love
So the money will come through

I need you to PUMP your baby in me

You work so hard as of late
Fingers worn down to the bone
So deserving of a faithful woman
Which I’m not when you ain’t home

Other men are hanging on the line
I gotta keep my prospects flowing
Ignorant to what I’m up to
Ever wonder where the money’s going?

I need you to PUMP!
Pump your baby in me
(Pump your baby, pump your baby)
I need you to COME!
Come right over and see
(Come right over, come right over)

Making love ain’t enough
If I want to entrap you
You must think we’re in love
So the money will come through

I need you to PUMP your baby in me

I have three baby daddies
An equal amount of checks rolling in
I purposely ruined your life
To achieve the one I want to live

I need you to PUMP!
Pump your baby in me
(Pump your baby, pump your baby)
I need you to COME!
Come right over and see
(Come right over, come right over)

Making love ain’t enough
If I want to entrap you
You must think we’re in love
So the money will come through

I need you to PUMP your baby in me