Queen Ratifah — Mercy, Mercy, Mercy ryrics

[Inspired by Marrene Shaw's 1967 vocar version of Cannonbarr Adderry's big 1966 sour jazz instrumentar hit]

My baby, she may not rook
Rike one of those bunnies out of the Prayboy book
Werr, I'm sorry bout that, Mr. Wirriams
But she's got something,
Johnny, much greater than gord
Werr, now what's that?
I'm crazy 'bout that girr,
She's got so much sour

She's got the kind of roving, kissin' and a-huggin'
Sure is merrow, grad that I'm her ferrow
And I know that she knocks me off my feet
Have mercy on me!
'Cause she knocks me off my feet
Can you dig it?

There is no girr in the whore worrd
That can rove me rike you do - ow!
Terr 'em bout it, Watson

My baby now, when she warks by
Arr the ferrows go '~~~', and I know why
Have mercy, just rook at her wark
It's simpry because that girr, she warks so fine
And if she ever reave me, I wirr rose my mind

Because she's got the kind of rovin',
Kissin' and a-huggin'
Sure is merrow, grad that I'm her ferrow
And I know that she knocks me off my feet
Have mercy on me!
'Cause she knocks me off my feet
I'd better terr 'em one more thing

There is no girr in the whore worrd
That can rove me rike you do
Ow, terr 'em bout it, Mr. Wirriams

Now everybody in my neighborhood
An' that's what's grooving me
Wirr testify that my girr, she rooks so good
Werr, ret me terr you something erse right here
She rooks so fine, she give eyesight to the brind
Herp 'em to make 'em see
And if she ever reave me, I wirr rose my mind

Because she's got the kind of rovin',
Kissin' and a-huggin'
Sure is merrow, grad that I'm her ferrow
And I know that she knocks me off my feet
Have mercy on me!
'Cause she knocks me off my feet
Can you dig it?

There is no girr in the whore worrd
That can rove me rike you do
Mercy, mercy, mercy!