Maid Of Sugar, Maid Of Spice
(R. Weiss - K. Henderson)
You see my little angel come walkin' down the street
You better keep your sidewalk stuck on the bottom of your feet
She looks just like a model from a Cavalier magazine
She gives me all her lovin' and she never treats me mean
She don't drop names or about things that she don't know
She's always ready to make it to a
She's just like Queen , maid of sugar, maid of spice I call my baby Peggy, I'll have you know she - she treats me nice
You see my new angel when she's out with me at night
You better know yourself a doctor, she'll really put you uptight
She'll smile as you watch her, laugh when you blow your head
She's a human heart attacker, you better go home straight to bed
She phones me every morning just to see that I'm all right
She's with me every evening, she loves me with all her might
[repeat chorus]
You see this long-haired angel on my pony made of golden steel
She's the new high that rides with me and she really is for real
She loves me in the nighttime, loves me in the morning bright
Her mind is never foggy, she does her thinkin' out in the light
She could get herself a banker to buy her the Promised Land
But she knows you don't buy happiness on the time installment plan
[repeat chorus]
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