Love me sweet

Me and baby went to the show
I and baby went to the show
Did we sit on the end
No 'cause a fallen girl was in the very front row

She got real lace curtains on her door
She got Brussels carpets on the floor
But she don't wear no silk or lace
No, lords, she don't wear no corset waist

So love me sweet, my dear sweet Lucy
Love me sweet, my pretty baby
Love me sweet, baby sweet Lucy
Love me sweet, pretty baby

Now babe is gone and I won't come home
Now babe is gone and I won't come home
Or with my clothes all wrinkled
And my hair ain't sittin' just right in the middle

She makes me want things I never had
She makes me want things I never had
Baby, there's too many things I never had
And too many things I will never have

So love me sweet, my dear sweet Lucy
Love me sweet, my pretty baby
Love me sweet, baby sweet Lucy
Love me sweet, pretty baby

And you're the best that it is
And I need you baby, please
'Cause you're the best that it is
And I need you in all my biz

So love me sweet, my dear sweet Lucy
Love me sweet, my pretty baby
Love me sweet, baby sweet Lucy
Love me sweet, pretty baby



Credits
Writer(s): Jean-yves Prieur
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