I wanna tell you bout my good thing,
I aint disclosing no names,
But he is a good friend.
I ain't gonna tell you where he comes from.
If I tell you you wont come again.
I aint gonna tell you nothing that I do will but I know.
Now let me tell you about my girl.
I open up a newspaper and what do I see?
See my girl looking at me.
And when she walks she walks.
And when she talks she talks.
And when she looks at me in the eye,
She's my baby I wanna make her mine.
Tell me baby what you want me to do.
And if you want me to love you,
Love some other man too.
Ain't gonna call me Mr. Pitiful.
I dont need no respect from nobody no.
I aint gonna tell you nothing I can't tell you no more.
She's my baby let me tell you I love her so.
And shes the woman I really wanna love and let me tell you more,
She's my baby she lives next door.
She's the one a woman the one a woman that I know.
I ain't gonna tell you one thing that you really ought to know,
But she's my baby and I love her so.
She's the one that really makes me whirl and twirl.
And shes got the kind of love that makes me fill the whole world.
She's the one that makes me jump and shout.
Shes the kind of girl let's me know what it's all about.
