Deep, dark beautiful eyes and baby skin don't need a lift
Your sexy Dheli ways spells out
Is it the spice, that you've sprinkled on my bed spread Can't help to wonder how king fisher came and fished me Our love song, the one that Ali wrote Pops my stereo left and right
Oh, babe... why are you so fine Oh, babe... babe... babe...
Oh, babe... oh want you to be mine Oh, babe... babe... babe...
What's with the telephone Sadistic play's eating me away
Having these naughty thoughts Of you hustling with your charms Is it your smile, all them pearls lined up in your mouth Your flashly lips kissing my forehead, hits like curry Play your guitar, strum it like it's my bod (