I am just a girl But today I can't believe it's true When you smiled and whispered, I love you Darling I could see Not the kind of woman men would like to meet Just another girl No one ever looks at in the street I was meant to be your girl One among the

Everybody knows I'm here I know I'm here And I'm the hoochie-coochie man Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun Gonna make these pretty women jump and shout And the world will only know a-what

Makin' love faces Wouldn't it be nice if all night I was in you My hands rubbin' on your skin Let's go hard don't hold it in When I met you woman I couldn't help but notice a face so beautiful Now imagine the faces you would make If we ever made love

Wanted a woman, never bargained for you Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true Lots of people talk and few of them know Soul of a woman was created below, yeah You hurt and abused tellin' all of your lies Run around sweet baby, Lord how they

He don't like that He wants his life back He wants to go back home Poor guy that man John Thomas His woman truly was a devil And she wasn't all that honest She tore him down on every level You're a no good lazy motherfucker Gotta a shit job you worthless

I was walking round in Paris Near the (inaudible) Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an American Black boy I'm a French African Queen" And she

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

Cool down the space for me little woman You're coming in to fast for me That's not how it should be She keep on trying be she can't And so she do it how she want And so I told her: Went to a dance last Saturday night I was feeling tipsy, the mood was

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

you didn't care for me baby until i started running around and when i found me a woman your love came tumblin down you would go out at night and stay till the break of day your mind was made the other way you say you love me i can't believe its true and