Lyrics:

I don't want you cook my bread
I don't want you make my bed
I don't want your money too
I just want to make love to you

I don't want you be no slave
I don't want you work all day
I don't want you to be sad and blue
I just want to make love to you

I can tell by the way that you baby talk
And I can see by the way that you twitch and walk
I can tell by the way that you treat your man
But I can love you, baby, it's a crying shame
I don't want you wash my clothes
I don't want you keep a home
I don't want you to be true
I just want to make love to you

I don't want you be no slave
I don't want you work all day
I don't want you to be true
I just want to make love to you
I don't want you keep a home
I don't want you wash my clothes
I don't want you to be true
I just want to make love