(Hatfield/Medley) I'm talkin' 'bout my baby, not your baby, say my babe, she's so fine, I'm talkin' 'bout my baby, not your baby, say my babe, she's
(Donald Covay and Ronald Miller) Girl, you got me where you want me now Now what you gonna do? I'd work eight days a week, girl If you want me too,
by, say hello once in a while When you pass me by, does it hurt so much to smile But it's all over but the last goodbye, let me down easy, baby I remember
Hooker) I love the way you walk I love the way you walk I'm crazy 'bout your walk I love the way you walk You my baby... I got my eyes on you I like
Well, I'm a man, yes I am, and I can't help but love you so Well, I'm a man, yes I am, and I can't help but love you so I've got to keep my image while
make a good man of you yet." I couldn't wait to do my sentence, I broke out of the Nashville jail I just crossed the line of Georgia And I can hear those