Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Honey, there's a funny feeling 'round my heart
And it's bound to drive your mama wild
It must be something they call the Cuban Doll1
It weren't your mama's angel child
I went to see the doctor the other day, he said I's well as well could be
But I said, "Doctor, you don't know really what's worrying me"
I want to be somebody's baby doll so I can get my loving all the time
I want to be somebody's baby doll to ease my mind
He can be ugly, he can be black, so long as he can eagle rock and ball the jack
I want to be somebody's baby doll so I can get my lovin' all the time
I mean to get my lovin' all the time
Lord, I went to the gypsy to get my fortune told
She said you in hard luck, Bessie, doggone your bad luck soul
I want to be somebody's baby doll so I can get my lovin' all the time
I mean to get my lovin' all the time