Из альбома: The Chronological Classics: Ethel Waters 1923-1925
TNT, gasoline
Even nitroglycerin
Ain’t got the kick of kisses I get now
From my honey!
Tried to call him a name
But they all seem much too tame
Why’s he’s so blamed cute-like
No name suits my Sweet man!
My sweeter than sweet man
The steppin’est feet man
And that isn’t all!
Dancin'
I claim is just one of my charms
When I’m in his arms
I yell like, well, I’ve more to tell about
Sweet man!
That pleasure-to-meet man
My candy-receipt man
He taught me to smile!
One kiss from his red lips
Sends my conscience off a cliff!
My sweet man is drivin' me wild!
Now, sweet man!
My heaven complete man!
My couldn’t-be-beat man!
You haven’t half heard
He’s true as I could expect him to be He sees only me!
It’s true, I know, because he told me so!
Sweet man!
So tidy and neat, man!
My hotter-than-heat man
With oceans of style
He works so doggone fast
I’m like a woman with a past
My sweet man is drivin' me wild