Want you to know I go for your squeezin'. Want you to know it really is pleasin'. Want you to know I ain't for no teasin'. . Treat me sweet and gentle when you say goodnight.
Fare thee well, land of cotton. Cotton lisle is out of style. Honey child. Jump for joy. . Don't you grieve, little Eve. All the hounds I do believe. Have been killed.
Want you to know I go for your squeezin'. Want you to know it really is pleasin'. Want you to know I ain't for no teasin'. . Treat me sweet and gentle when you say goodnight.