Loves Love

Well sittin' in the back yard
Strummin' on a guitar
He wants to strike it rich
But he don't wanna work hard
They offered him a job and it sounds real fine
He'd take it in a minute
But he ain't got the time
He's got me for a woman and I'm real hot stuff
He loves my kind of lovin'
And he can't get enough

I knew he was a lover
From our first night together
With his black wavy hair
And his v-neck sweater
Well he moved so fine
And he caught my eye
And I just had to tell him
When he walked by
I said now slow down honey
That's a real hot stuff
He loves my kind lovin'
And he can't get enough

Well loves my kind of lovin'
And he just won't stop
Talk about lover
He's the cream of the crop
Now talk about a man
A one of a kind
He loves my kind of lovin'
And he's mine all mine

Well my old granny
Was just about dead
And when we paid a visit
She jumped out of bed
Chased him through the kitchen
Caught him in the hall
Started throwing kisses on him
Up against the wall
I said now Watch out granny
That's a real hot stuff
He loves my kind of lovin'
And he can't get enough