Written in April 2008 in Nashville, Tennessee
My baby, do the mash potato
My baby, she a cruel tomato
My baby, do the “twist and shout”
My baby, lets it all hang out
My baby, got a mean left hook
My baby, got the “come hither” look
My baby, got a Cadillac
My baby, she’s a waiting in the back
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
My baby, she’s a house on fire
My baby, she my stone desire
My baby, got that southern charm
My baby, she’s four alarms
My baby, she could whoop the devil
My baby, on a whole other level
My baby, knows where it’s at
Well, she’s my baby, what ‘cha gonna do about that?
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
My baby, says “Leave it to me”
My baby, calls me “Honey Bee”
My baby, we’s in cahoots
Me and my baby, just a knockin’ boots
My baby, she’s real funky
My baby, she’s a juke joint junky
My baby, drives me insane
My baby, loves John Coltrane
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine
She’s mine all mine