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Lyricist: Albert King
Lyrics:
Yes, she's thirty-six bust Twenty-eight in the waist Forty-four on the hip She's got some crazy legs
It upsets me, baby Ooh, upsets me, baby Yeah, I'm tellin' you, she's so fine Somethin' that you ought to see
Well, she's not too tall Complexion is fair It knocks me out The way she wears her hair
You upsets me, baby You upsets me, baby Like bein' hit by a fallin' tree Woman, what you do to me
Well, I try to describe her It's hard to stop I better stop now In case I got a weak heart
You upsets me, baby You upsets me, baby Like bein' hit by a fallin' tree Woman, what you do to me
Try to describe her It's hard to stop I better stop now In case I got a weak heart
You upsets me, baby You upsets me, baby Like bein' hit by a fallin' tree Woman, what you do to me
It upsets me, baby It upsets me, baby It upsets me, baby It upsets me, baby
Like bein' hit by a fallin' tree Woman, what you do to me That's right
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