My baby, he don't talk sweet,. He ain't got much to say. But he loves me, loves me, loves me. I know that he loves me anyway. . And maybe he don't dress fine. But I don't really mind. 'cuz ever
Intro. I've got the next dance. I've got the next dance, with you. I've got the next dance. I've got the next dance, with you, with you. . . Verse . Sitting here. I've been drinking ?. Thoug
