(kevin welch/wally wilson)
Theyre talkin bout you baby, up and down the line
They say youre sweeter than peaches in the summertime
Sharper than the edge of a razor blade
Everybody says you got it made in the shade
Whats wrong with you
Whats wrong with you
Whats wrong with you
Whats wrong with you is you aint got me
Milder than a whisper through the georgia pines
Or wilder than whiskey over homemade wine
The way youre put together, baby, nothins out of place
You got a legendary smile and amazing grace
Whats wrong with you
Whats wrong with you
Whats wrong with you
Whats wrong with you is you aint got me
Icin on the cake
Sugar in your tea
Sparkle on the diamond
Baby cant you see
Whats wrong with you
Whats wrong with you
Whats wrong with you
Whats wrong with you is you aint got me