Letras
When you're walking down the street
All the fellas that you meet, they go
I know just how they feel
Whoo, whoo, baby, now
If they hold you, it's a treat
And everything about you is sweet
Whoo, baby, well
You're the real deal
Yes, you are
Let me tell you why
Other girls have tried your style
And wind up with the blues
Other girls just can't get down
With the stuff you use
What you're using I don't know
I just want some more, some more
What a thrill, what a thrill
It's got to be the real deal
Guess you know you take the cake
'Cause when I hold ya, for heaven sakes
Whoo baby, the way you make me feel
Whoo, whoo, baby, now
I feel the thunder and I get weak, oh
Everything about you is so complete
Whoo, whoo, whoo, baby
You're the real deal
(Oh, yes, you are, baby)
(Come here, guitar)