Am C F7 E7
My baby don’t care about silver
My baby don’t care about gold
My baby don’t care about diamond rings
She says all I want is to have you here to hold
My baby ain’t got no fine dresses
She don’t wear no fancy perfume
My baby puts a flower in her hair
See the heads turn when she walks around the room
Chorus?
Well I ain’t no casanova
And I ain’t no Don Juan
But I sure as hell ain’t no cave man goon
And I surely know how to take a hint and wrap her in my arms
My baby gives me French kisses
She knows just where to touch me and how
My baby lets me know just what she wants
We go to bed singing and we make such beautiful sounds
Well I sure as hell ain’t asking no questions
I’m not about to ask if she’s sure
I’m riding my luck just as long as it lasts
And if she leaves I’ll thank the lord for every second she’s been here for
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