Tell him, baby, tell him
Baby, tell him what
Baby, tell him what
Tell him, baby, tell him
Baby, tell him what
Baby, tell him what
That your mother didn’t know we met in secret
Under the table, your hands with mine
Boy, when I was leaving, the other one would show up
You were always a liar, my friend would say
Ah-ah
Baby, tell him what
Baby, tell him what
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Baby, tell him what
Baby, tell him what
These are the things, the little things of love
The more I want them, the less I can have them
These are the things, the little things of love
The more I want them, the less I can have them
Four little corners, my bed has
Four little angels, keeping watch over it
When I was born, a blessing from God
My mother knew I’d have
Cousin, an ambition that would destroy me
And may I never forget what it feels like
I’ll remind you, I want you to feel the pain
Ah-ah
Baby, tell him what
Baby, tell him what
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Baby, tell him what
Baby, tell him what
Four little corners, my bed has
Four little angels, keeping watch over it