Ever' mornin' won't you you wake up early
cook me great big T bone steak
Serve it to me in bed go on the street
and hustle bring me back all the money you make
Won't you rub my body with sweet
scented oil cool me with a 'lectric fan
Run to the church fall down on your knees say
Lord I wanna thank you for that man
And I'll call that true love true and sweet
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin'
But baby that's the kind of love I need
I wanna come home every evenin' to a great
big meal of wine and roasted pheasant
I want you to say to me Ray hey this is Susy
this is Kay I brought 'em both home to you for a present
When The Man downs his soul and find
my stash won't you tell 'em it belongs to you
And when you're sittin' in the slam tel
all the other chickies when they get out
they should look me up too
And I'll call that true love true and sweet
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin'
But baby that's the kind of love I need
Some guy accuses me of foolin' with
his wife threatens to take me apart
Points a gun at me I want you to jump
in the middle and take the bullet in your own heart
And as you're lyin' on the floor and dyin'
I want you to look up at me and say
Hey Ray I'm sorry I messed up your rug
just roll my body out of the way
And I'll call that true love true and sweet
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin'
But baby that's the kind of love I need
Hollywood calls you on the telephone
I want you to turn down the part
And when we're ballin' baby ride on top
so I never ever strain my heart
And I'll call that true love true and sweet
That ain't the kind of love I'm gettin