My baby's got a helpless heart, she's got a thing for mistletoe
I come home on a Saturday night, with not one thing to show ,
And I tell her, that It aint easy ,
To be a man like me
Yes I tell her, she listens, and she stands right by me
My baby's got the gentle touch,she got the champagne in her soul,
She owns her body and her brain but her heart she can't control ,
And I tell her that it aint easy
.1 tell her, she listens and she loves me tenderly
My baby's got the misty eyes, she makes love like a hurricane
She tells me that she's true and I don't doubt It
The roof's leakin and the bills ain't paid but still I can't complain
And I tell her that it aint easy
Yes I tell her, she listens, she loves me honestly ,
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