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Baby, come tell me 'bout your tree-house |
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And your candy-striped pet mouse |
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And your car that has feet |
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Hey, come tell me 'bout your eyebrows that meet |
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And my baby, won't you tell me 'bout your chilblains? |
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And your right eyeball's growing pains |
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And your purple tractor that sings |
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Hey, come tell me all of those things |
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But if you want to tell me some more |
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Think you can |
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Oh baby, tell me 'bout your lover man |
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You know I'm talking 'bout him |
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He's one that's strutting around |
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Each time I get out of town |
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You know the one that I mean |
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He's one that's stealing my scene away |
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Baby, I'm talking 'bout him |
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Oh baby, won't you tell me 'bout your black rose? |
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And the garden where your love grows |
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Among the cabbages and beans |
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Hey, come tell me why your primroses are green |
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But if you want to tell me some more |
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Think you can |
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Oh baby, tell me 'bout your lover man |
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You know I'm talking 'bout him |
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He's one that's strutting around |
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Each time I get out of town |
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You know the one that I mean |
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He's one that's stealing my scene away |
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Baby, I'm talking 'bout him |
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He's one that's stealing my cream away |
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Baby, I'm talking 'bout him |
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Talking 'bout your lover man, talking 'bout him |
