Chick Webb & his Orchestra
v_Ella Fitzgerald (1937)
I got a guy
He don't dress me in sable
He looks nothing like Gable
But he's mine
And I think he's too divine
I got a guy
When he starts into pet me
He's the sauce on spaghetti
He's the kind that you can't keep off you mind
I got a guy
And he's tough
He's just a gem in the rough
But when I polish him up
I swear, he'll be a Tiffany solitaire
I'm riding high
'Cos I'm happy and carefree
There is nothing can scare me
'Cos I got a guy
I got a guy
And he's tough
He's just a gem in the rough
But when I polish him up
I swear, he'll be a Tiffany solitaire
I'm riding high
'Cos I'm happy and carefree
There is nothing can scare me
'Cos I got a guy
I Got A Guy Chick Webb & his Orchestra v_Ella Fitzgerald (1937) I got a guy He don't dress me in sable He looks nothing like Gable But he's mine And I think he's too divine I got a guy When he starts into pet me He's the sauce on spaghetti He's the kind that you can't keep off you mind I got a guy And he's tough He's just a gem in the rough But when I polish him up I swear, he'll be a Tiffany solitaire I'm riding high 'Cos I'm happy and carefree There is nothing can scare me 'Cos I got a guy I got a guy And he's tough He's just a gem in the rough But when I polish him up I swear, he'll be a Tiffany solitaire I'm riding high 'Cos I'm happy and carefree There is nothing can scare me 'Cos I got a guy Explain Request ×
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