From the recording Hard Dollar
I’ve got a wealthy woman. Keep me livin' in the lap of luxury. I’ve got a wealthy woman. Keep me livin in the lap of luxury. Wake up in the morning thinking: how lucky can one man be?
She keeps me tangled up. All tangled up in that sugar-coated love. She keeps me tangled up. All tangled up in that sugar-coated love. And every day I tell my baby: “You’re the only one I’m thinkin’ of”
She got sugar-coated lips. She got a honeysuckle kiss. Make me feel so alive. Yes sir she’s a sweet thing….and let me say one more think. If she’s the one that kills me, lord I don’t mind dyin'.