My My Mama
You got a fancy way of walking like you stepped out of a magazine
You got a tricky way of talking like you come from a certain kind of dream
My, My, Mama, you got a lean and hungry look
You got a look to drive men crazy, fill their minds with fantasy
You got a look that says you know things, the kind of things that bring us to our knees
My, My, Mama, you got a lean and hungry look
You leave a man wondering if he's got what it takes
You leave them all guessing, leave them with the hippy, hippy shakes
My, My, Mama, you got a lean and hungry look
Your eyes are mesmerizing, your voice is captivating too
Inner sense, innocent, a savante ingénue
My, My, Mama, you got a lean and hungry look
Solo:
My, My, Mama, you got a lean and hungry look
My, My, Mama, you got a lean and hungry look
My, My, Mama, you got a lean and hungry look
Repeat: My, My, Mama, you got a lean and hungry look
My, My, Mama, you got a lean and hungry look