BABY, PLEASE

(B. Thompson)

My girl, she's a real hot potato
She's into the sooner not later
Not what I've got, but what I've got coming
Kiss and tell, she's a meatloaf chopper
She's not scum, she's a bathtub stopper
Singing songs with my face in her bushy now
Do what she please

I want to see her there, to see her smiling
Don't ask, I might just be, I might be crazy
Don't live day to day, it get's too exciting
Baby, baby, please

Since then I've been on the street, leaving home
On the corner, turn it down I'm on the phone
Look my way, I'm not a six pack loser
Any day, I'll be laughing Îbout it in the gravy
Button down, shine your shoes you're in the Navy
Help me, Help me
Do what she please