Sweet Thang

Don’t know how to cook or sew
Can’t even play the radio
My baby ain’t no good at much
But I’m just wild about her lovin' touch
Think about her mornin', noon and night
We don’t ever have to fuss and fight
Like to go out and have a little fun
Well, I got the feelin' that she’s the one
She’s my sweet thang
Makes my bell ring
She’s my sweet thang
She’s about to drive me insane
She don’t have to be a cover girl
To get along in this big old world
My baby’s gonna do just fine
I’m so happy that she’s all mine
The way she dress and wear her hair
She’s a rich man’s dream and a poor man’s prayer
She don’t act proper like she should
But I’d be the same way if I could
She’s my sweet thang
Make my bell ring
She’s my sweet thang
She like to drive me insane, yeah
Yeah, yeah, she’s my sweet thang
Make my bell ring
She’s my sweet thang
She’s about to drive me insane
Yeah, yeah, she’s my sweet thang
She’s my sweet thang
Yeah, she’s my sweet thang
She’s my sweet thang
Oh, she’s my sweet thang