I don't want you to be no slave I don't want you to work all day I don't want you to be true I just want to make love to you I don't want you to wash my clothes I don't want you to keep our home I don't want your money too I just want to make love to you, love to you Love to you, love to you Well, I tell by the way that you switch and walk I can see by the way that you baby talk I can know by the way that you treat your man That I could love you baby, until the cryin' shame I don't want you, cook my bread I don't want you to make my bed I don't want you because I'm sad and blue I just want to make love to you, love to you Love to you, love to you Love to you, love to you Love to you