Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you Embrace me, you irreplaceable you Baby, just one look at you My heart goes tipsy in me You and you alone bring out the gypsy in me Oh, I love all Oh, those many Oh, charms about you, oh Above all I want my arms about you Ooo, don't be a naughty baby Oh, why don't you come and get your baby, do Call for an appointment My sweet embraceable you Never treats sweet an' gentle The way he should I got it bad, and that ain't good (I got it good, and it ain't bad) My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood (What do you think mine's made outta, lasagna) I got it bad, and that ain't good Ooo, and when the weekend's over Baby, and Monday rolls around My man and I, we gin some And pray some and sin some Lord up above me, please make him love me Ooo, the way he should (I ain't gonna change) I got it bad, and that ain't good