One Thing

One thing about my baby
Oh he loves to sing
Melody or harmony
Just about anything
Anytime I go to hear him singin’
Shoo-be doo-be doo ba bah
Oh it makes me crazy
Just thinkin’ bout his love

Anytime that people see us
They wish that they were me
They’re livin on a shoestring
I’m riding’ in a limousine
But it’s never how it looks
No it’s never how it seems

One thing about my baby
Oh he loves the girls
Skinny ones and red-headed ones
He takes them around the world
Something about the way he comes home
When he’s had enough
It makes me laugh
It makes me cry
Just thinkin’ bout my love