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You got cla**, baby
Yes, you know that you got style
You got cla**, baby
Oh, you know that you got style
You got the stuff, baby
The stuff that really drives me wild
I need your lovin'
That's the stuff that I can use
I need your lovin'
That's the stuff that I can use
You got what I want, baby
Lord, I got the blues
Now, you're still at home, baby
And I'm still out here
You got champagne
And I got Dixie beer
You got the birds, baby
I got the bees
You got a sweet little puppy dog, baby
I got the fleas
I need your lovin'
That's the stuff that I can use
You got what I want, baby
Oh and I got the blues, yeah
Now I got somethin'
Oh but I think you got just a little more
I got somethin', baby
Oh but I think you got just a little more
You got the key, baby
To lock me outta my front door