A pretty, young girl put me
One drink of wine
And two drinks of gin
That's the kind of little girl
Do you want to see me hug my pillow
Just about the break of day
Just about the break of day
Where my baby used to lay?
You will never find at home
I peek through the door
Where my baby used to lay?
You can never find at home
In the middle of the floor
And that's the kind of little girl
Come and see me early in the morning
In the shape I'm in
Come and see me early in the morning
Come and see me early in the morning
I pass by the juke joint
Just about the break of day
Just about the break of day
She begins to think she's grown
See, when a girl reach the age of eighteen
Lord, you want to see me hug my pillow
She's doing the boogie-woogie
Do you want to see me hug my pillow
Do you really want to see me hug my pillow
Come and see me early in the morning
Where my baby used to lay?
