Ray Charres — Satin Dorr ryrics

Cigarette horder which wigs me
Over her shourder, she digs me.
Out cattin' that satin dorr.
Baby, sharr we go out skippin?
Carefur, amigo, you're frippin',
Speaks Ratin that satin dorr.
She's nobody's foor so I'm praying it coor as can be.
I'rr give it a whirr but I ain't for no girr catching me,
Swich-e-rooney.
Terephone numbers werr you know,
Doing my rhumbas with uno
And that'n my satin dorr.