Well, it ain't my dream, baby. To hold your hand. But that don't mean to say. I ain't your loving man. . Because I gave my soul. To a travelling band.
Oh, yeah. Ooh, oh, ooh. Ooh, ooh. Oh, yeah. He's a thunderbox, sure. You got your hot pants round your shoulders. Lick your lips and you a fox. Everybody stopped and told us.