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There are men who like presents and fancy cars
There are men who look for mama 'cause they're little boys
And there are men who wear sophisticated clothes
And there are the ones who break your heart
And hand it back again
But ooh, my baby, he's something else
Ooh, my baby
Oh, ooh, my baby
Don't you know I love him so
Ooh, my baby, baby
My baby, he's something else
My baby, he's something else
(They don't come no better than him)
He's the kind who calls to say that he's coming late
He's the kind who just won't ever make his lady wait
And so proud, I know he'd never put me down
Because I know I do my very best to be worthy of his love
And ooh, my baby, he's so fine when he's got
Ooh, my baby, he's something else
Ooh, my baby, ah, they don't come no better now
I love him so, I just love him so
My baby, he's something else
Woo, baby, he's something else
Oh, hey, baby, he's something else
They don't come no better than him, no better
Baby, he's something else
They don't come no better than him
(Baby, he's something else) Something else
Oh, my baby
Baby, he's something else
They don't come no better than him, oh yeah
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