Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you
Baby, just one look at you
My heart goes tipsy in me
You and you alone
Bring out the gypsy in me
Oh, I love all
Those many charms about you
Above all, I want my arms about you
Ooh, don't be a naughty baby
Oh, why don't you come and get your baby due?
Call for an appointment
My sweet embraceable you
Never treats me sweet and gentle
The way he should
I got it bad and that ain't good
I got it good and it ain't bad
My poor heart is sentimental
Not made of wood
What you think, mine's made out of lasagna?
I got it bad and that ain't good
And when the weekend's over
Baby, and Monday rolls around
My man and I, we gin some
And pray some and sin some
Lord up above me
Please make him love me
Oh, the way he should
I ain't gonna change
I got it bad
And that ain't good
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