But huh uh well honey don't, well honey don't,
honey don't, honey don't, honey don't
A-say you will when you won't, huh uh honey, don't.

Well I love you, baby, and you ought to know
I like the way that you wear your clothes,
Everything about you is so doggone sweet,
You got that sand all over your feet.

Well sometimes I love you on a Saturday night,
Sunday morning you don't look right.
You've been out painting the town,
huh uh baby, been stepping around.