George Jones

Dozens of girls would storm up

I had to lock my door

somehow i couldn't warm up

to one before


what was it that controlled me

what kept my love life lean

my intuition told me

you'd come on the scene


lady listen to the rhythm of my heartbeat

and you'll get just what I mean


Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you

Embrace me, you irreplaceable you

just one look at you my heart grew tipsy in me

You and you alone bring out the gypsy in me


I love all the many charms about you

above all i want my arms about

Don't be a naughty baby...

come to papa come to papa do


My sweet embraceable you...