The Box Tops

Please, don't cry, my baby
Can't nobody ever come between us
No
Weve 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 Ill tell you people, theyve 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, weve got the real real thing
The way you walk, Ill 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 Ill tell you, people, theyve just got to talk
Don't you let them get you down, now
Don't you worry about a dog-gone thing