twenty-five pounds of pure cane sugar
she's got in each and every kiss
you wouldn't know what i'm talking 'bout
if you never had a love like this
i don't mean to be frank with you all
good things come wrapped up in small
well you can't argue with that
ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
ninety-nine pounds of soul
ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
ninety-nine pounds of soul
twenty-five pounds of tenderness
she got in each and every touch
twenty-five pounds of understanding my woman
'cause i was the one running 'round town worrying too much
twenty-four pounds of sunday
and it all adds up to ninety-nine big pounds
i'm talking about a feline friend
ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
ninety-nine pounds of soul
ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
ninety-nine pounds of soul
ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
ninety-nine pounds of soul
ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
ninety-nine pounds of soul
ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
ninety-nine pounds of soul
ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
ninety-nine pounds of soul