My My My

Yeah So good My, my, my, my You look so sweet Listen Put on your red dress and slip on your high heels And some of that sweet perfume, it sure smells good on you Slide on your lipstick, and let all your hair down Cause baby, when you get through, I'm

I won't lie But sometimes it's hard to talk when you're an old fashioned guy And all my life I fixed my blues with just a glass of whisky and ice My, my, my, Is all I'd say Your heart died But you remained In my eyes You've been the light that guides