A Matter of Gender - The Associates

I will admit it That you’re something special

I’m now convinced

Marguaritte.

The flame may be hot

But you can’t resist it.

To know is to touch

Marguaritte

Mama mama, Marguaritte

Marguaritte, Marguaritte.

I don’t know whether

To over or under estimate you

Whether to over or under estimate you

For when I come over

You then put me under

Personal taste is a matter of gender

Marguaritte.

Don’t let slip my name

While you’re making love

Say you were dreaming

Marguaritte.

Thou shalt not commit

The seventh commandment

Most precious of all

Marguaritte.

Mama mama, Marguaritte.

Marguaritte, Marguaritte.

I don’t know whether

To over or under estimate you

Whether to over or under estimate you

For when I come over

You then put me under

Personal taste is a matter of gender

Marguaritte.

I don’t know whether

To over or under estimate you

Whether to over or under estimate you

For when I come over

You then put me under

Personal taste is a matter of gender

Marguaritte.