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Embraceable You/I Got It Bad And That Ain't Good
by Louis Prima
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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
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
