From the recording G'on Wit'cha Bad Self

Lyrics

Baby, when you walk . . .
walk on down the street,
every single man in town
just sufferin' from the heat!

G'on wit'cha bad self, g'on wit'cha bad self!
Well, I bet'cha money, honey you could make a man feel swell!

Honey I can't explain,
what you do to me!
Just a little wink & smile from you,
just knocks me off my feet!

G'on wit'cha bad self, g'on wit'cha bad self!
Well, I bet'cha bottom dollar, you could make a man holla "help!!!" (aaawww help me, Baby!!!)

Well, darlin' I declare,
I wants'ta be yo' man!
Cause you got what it takes, l'il girl,
to chase my Blues away!

G'on wit'cha bad self, g'on wit'cha bad self!
Let me tell ya, pretty Baby, Ya' makes me stone crazy! (have mercy!)

Words and music by Gregg Wright
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