Everybody loves mah baby,
But mah baby don't love nobody but me,
Nobody but me-eeee!
But mah baby don't love nobody but me,
Nobody but me-eeee!
How do you know?
Tease! Unfaithful already?
What about you?
Cross my heart. Yours till death do us part, he asseverated with mock solemnity. He went on with his song:
Everybody wants mah baby,
But mah baby don't want nobody but me,
That's plain to see.
She's got a form like Venus,
Honest, I ain't talkin' Greek,
No one can come between us,
She's mah sheba,
I'm her sheik . . .
But mah baby don't want nobody but me,
That's plain to see.
She's got a form like Venus,
Honest, I ain't talkin' Greek,
No one can come between us,
She's mah sheba,
I'm her sheik . . .
Some sheik! she interrupted him, continuing in song:
His voice sounds lak time, I mean duh organ time,
An' when he speaks his music ease mah troublin' min'.
An' when he speaks his music ease mah troublin' min'.
You darling!
Byron, there's a big dance next week for the United Coloured Charities.
Let's go.
I was waiting for you to ask me.
As if you ever had to wait for me!
Well, it seems to me I'm always waiting for you.
