I Like My Baby, but My Baby Loves Me.

I like my baby, but my baby loves me
I can do what I want, and he always agree
If I don't call my baby for the entire week,
when I do call him, he's still in love with me.

He'll tell me that he loves me, and I know it'a no lie.
He whispers in my ear and I feel ten-feet high
I went to the race track and lost all of my money
He handed me a thousand and said I was his honey

He sent me to the store to get some cherries and pie dough
I came back the next day with Alice and Little Mae
He smiled when he saw me, and started making cherry pie
Alice turned on the music, and we all had a good time

We ate cherry pie, and sipped some red rose' wine.
We danced and we laughed until about seven that night,
My friends and I left, feeling good and alright,
but I didn't return until half pass midnight.

We jumped into the shower and cleaned ourselves up,
he told me over and over I was his sweet little buttercup.
Morning came too quickly for my baby and me.
He got up and went to work; I was off to run free

I like my baby, but my baby loves me
I can do what I want, and he always agree