Well, squeeze me, squeeze me. If you can't squeeze me, please don't tease me. Squeeze me, squeeze me. If you can't squeeze me, please don't tease me. .
Well, soon, it's gonna be summer, baby, soon. Soon, we'll feel the summer winds, yeah. We'll have the sun gleaming on our brown backs, baby. Soon, honey, honey, soon.
They say that women are made of bliss. All lips and eyes to flash. All ears of gold and perfect beauty showing. It's all trash. . They say that God has arms of Heaven.
I've seen you, baby, with another boy. Yes another, only nine years old. Don't you think the difference shows?. . I'm only twenty-eight, baby. And I have a little style, alright.
What's the matter, baby?. Why do you worry so?. There's no reason to quarrel. No reason to go. . If you feel sorry, baby. Then I know why. Somebody's been messing with your mind.