Downright Women Boz Scaggs

She bathes herself
In sweet perfume
She helps herself
To all the room she can muster
She's a flustered thing

Oh my, my,, my...
She's my baby
She's my baby, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

She wears her rouge
Like a summer day
She wears her perfume
Oh, what a way, yeah
She's a flustered thing

Oh my, my, my...
She's my baby
She's my baby
Yeah yeah yeah

She wears her rouge
Like a summer day, yeah
She wears her perfume
But it all goes away, yeah