Chorus:
My my my sweetest babe
Always giving me sweet times
She got me thinking of sweet things
And got me calling her sweetie pie
Verse 1:
Yep, I'm whipped
Her hips got me, hooked
That dinner there, I cooked
My mouth drooling
My body shaking
My pocket emptying
I'm whipped
She sweet as honey
The cutest puppy
She call me papi
We ditch your party
To play house bunny
In heaven I met Him
She got me there
And I sang a hymn
My days filled
With that sweet thing
It's no joke
The real thing
Chorus:
My my my sweetest babe
Always giving me sweet times
She got me thinking of sweet things
And got me calling her sweetie pie
Verse 2:
I drop her off at the studio
Her morning session ballet
I get the door
The car door
Her personal valet
We catch up
On lunch time
Fancy table
No catch up just caviar
Feeling like a warrior
Fighting to survive
High doses of sweetness
Thin line between
Sanity and madness
And man my man
I'm on it
Sugary like I mean it
And everyday I'm on it
I got to say I love it
Chorus
Bridge:
My sweet thing
That cute thing
A hot thing
My love thing
I give things
The fancy things
She give things
The sweet things
Chorus
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