My Baby Loves Me
My baby loves me, it's plain to see,
she don't wanta go shopping without me.
Although engrossed in the latest line,
loves to see her "sweetums" trailing right behind.
Asks my opinion about everything,
making me feel like a virtual King.
Through Riches, Parisians and all the rest,
for me, says, she's gotta look her best.
She bought us a Jaguar the other day:
in the need to impress me, she don't play.
The home we bought, she found with ease,
extravagant, but me she wanted to please.
I'm just as healthy as a man can be,
she knows the best restaurant's; exhaustively.
I work much overtime, - each and every day,
'cause I know my baby loves me that way.
Oh God, why am I always soooo exhausted.
Copyright © Lionel Ledbetter | Year Posted 2011
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