Boz Scaggs Downright Women
She bathes herself
In sweet perfume
She helps herself
To all the room she can muster
She's a flustered thing
Oh my, my,, my...
She's my baby
She's my baby, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
She wears her rouge
Like a summer day
She wears her perfume
Oh, what a way, yeah
She's a flustered thing
Oh my, my, my...
She's my baby
She's my baby
Yeah yeah yeah
She wears her rouge
Like a summer day, yeah
She wears her perfume
But it all goes away, yeah
I feel sorry
She could go so far
Through her weird desire
She's got everything
And what's in-between
She's my baby
She's my baby, yeah yeah yeah
Woo hoo hoooo
