I ain't good-lookin', but I'm somebody's angel child.
Listen to my story and everything will come out true
No time to marry, no time to settle down; I'm a young woman, and I ain't done runnin' around.
I need a little sugar in my bowl and a little hot dog in my roll.
I don't want no drummer. I set the tempo.
There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood, Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain't no doggone good.