Please, don't cry, my baby

Can't nobody ever come between us

No

We’ve got something, something special

Yeah

Neighbors on our street are talking about our thing, messing

Messing with our business

Pay no attention, baby; hold your little head up high, now



People are going to talk, people are going to hate us

People are going to talk. O-o-o…

People will be people, and I’ll tell you people, they’ve just got to talk



O-o-o, don't worry, baby, it's going to be all right



Can't nobody ever bring us down, now

We got it baby, we’ve got the real "real thing"

The way you walk, I’ll tell you, it sure is nice. It makes them nervous

Just to watch you walk, baby

Keep on strutting, honey; hold your little head up high, now



People are going to talk, people are going to stare

People are going to balk, and o-o-o…

People will be people, and I’ll tell you, people, they’ve just got to talk



Don't you let them get you down, now

Don't you worry about a dog-gone thing

People are just naturally going to talk, about a girl who's got it

Got everything

And baby, baby,

Baby, you’ve got it



People are going to talk, people are going to frown

People are going to walk and o-o-o, put us down

People will be people, and I’ll tell you, people, they’ve just got to talk.



(instrumental)



So let them talk! Huh!

People are just naturally going to talk,

But we’ve got to keep on trying…

But we’ve got to keep on trying…

We’ve got to keep on trying, hey, hey, yeah

It's so hard to live in this dog-gone city

It's a city without pity

But we’ve got to keep on trying

We’ve got to keep on trying

So let them talk



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(repeat & fade):

Talking about a girl who’s got it