If you'd come down off your steeple
And mix with common people
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, what a girl
Well, I hope you ain't forgotten
That I met you a pickin' cotton
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, what a girl
I guess you're old enough to wear about any old thing you choose
But you was raised in calico and pattern leather shoes
How I hate these two-time traders, who was raised on beans and taters
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, what a girl
If you'd only try to love me
Instead of fly above me
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, what a girl
You could be a little cutie
But you're so dumb gum snooty
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, what a girl
You'd better make your mind up to be just what you are
Don't try to hold that cigarette like some big movie star
'Cause you ain't had acting courses, and four or five divorces
Lawdy, lawdy, lawdy what a girl
