Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She’s My Baby, artist - Fats Domino.
Date of issue: 02.11.2003
Song language: English
She’s My Baby |
I see you workin’through the bead curtain |
In you kitchen, switchin', leavin’me twitchin' |
I’m itchin’to be kissin’you, but disciplne is the rule |
So I sip my orange juice and act cool |
She irresistible |
We fool around twice a week, makes me weak |
Nice, when she put her tongeu in my cheek |
Not petite, baby got a large physique |
She take charge, take me were I dare not repeat |
I got T-T-T-T-like a high hat |
Planting kisses on your back |
You like that |
Mrs X. reputation intact, nobody on my block |
Know we lock down like that in the next flat |
But one from whre I live with my mum and uncle John |
He ain’t my uncle an’it’s been far too long |
But me 'n'she been goin’strong almost a year |
Wait til the coast is clear, I don’t boast for fear |
Of being caught. |
Maybe w ought to stop, maybe not |
For now baby gets all I got. |
Boom! |
How come we always trash the room? |
Grab ya clothes |
Cos ya know someone’ll be home soon |
An’I assume there’ll be a need to explain gently |
Why this mother of three is playin’games with me She’s my baby |
I’m a slave to your outrage |
Rocket box stiff shocks an’a roll cage |
Colour coded alloys, much noise, spoilers an’poise |
Exhaust notes an antidote for old age |
Yes! |
Yes! |
Who got the keys to my R.S. |
we goin’on a road test |
Hit the M4 and head west, forever impressed |
With the sound of my two litre, we cover ground |
Engine singin’like Anita Baker |
An’iff I take a corner too quick y’get sick |
When I do my hand-bake trick, watch me ride |
Mi broadside slide like a battleship |
Side-slip puch out mi hip |
Stick it in gear an’give the gas a blip. |
It Never fail to bring a grin to the lip, Baby’s equipped |
Me an’she gone clear I got quik rack reduction |
On the under steer, I been |
Fairly and squarely discribed as hairy |
People say my baby is scary |
Look you takes your money and you takes your schoice |
I just love to hear my baby’s voice |
She’s my baby |
I roll up for the session, ev’rything in position |
My friends demonstratin’erudition |
I listen for a minute before takin’sides |
Sleepy eyes on the limit sit down an’spin it Like we do every Friday down my way |
Why play the fool with demon alcohol |
As a rule my baby gets passed around |
I don’t frown, I love to see my friends gettin’down |
When it’s just me an’she you know it’s never precarious |
But sharin’with ya buddies is hilarious |
Variously we argua an’disagree an’get heated |
Hafta tell my people to be seated |
An’restart the anti-stress process |
'Til there’s a big mess of twigs an’seeds to meetcha needs |
An’with that first inhaled hello… |
Guaranteed mellow |
She’s my baby |