I'M WILD ABOUT THAT THING
As recorded by Bessie Smith, 1929.

Honey, baby, won't you cuddle near?
Let sweet mama whisper in your ear.
I'm wild about that thing.
It makes me laugh and sing.
Give it to me, papa; I'm wild about that thing.

Do it easy, honey; don't get rough.
From you, papa, I can't get enough.
I'm wild about that thing.
Sweet joy it always brings.
Ev'rybody knows it; I'm wild about that thing.

Please don't hold it, baby, when I cry.
Give me ev'ry bit of it; else I'll die.
I'm wild about that thing.
Jada-jing-jing-jing!
All the time I'm cryin': I'm wild about that thing.

What's the matter, papa, please don't stall.
Don't you know I love it and I wants it all?
I'm wild about that thing.
Just give my bell a ring.
You can press my buttons; I'm wild about that thing.

Mmm, if you want to satisfy my soul,
Come on an' rock me with a steady roll.
I'm wild about that thing.
Yeah, I like your ting-a-ling.
Kiss me like you mean it; I'm wild about that thing.

Come on; turn the lights down low.
When you say you ready, just tell it so.
Mmmm,
I'm wild about that thing.
Come on and make me feel it; I'm wild about that thing.
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Wild about it when you hold me tight,
Let me linger in your arms all night.
I'm wild about that thing.
My passion starts to fling.
Come on hear me cry: I'm wild about that thing.