With Rita Coolidge I see you every day Walking down the avenue I'd like to get to know you But all I do is smile at you Oh, baby When it comes to talking My tongue gets so tight This sidewalk love affair Has got me high as a kite Yeah, yeah, there's something Bout you, baby, I like Well, I'm a slow walker But, girl, I'd race a mile for you Just to get there in time For my peek-a-boo rendezvous Well, maybe it's the way you Wear you're blue jeans so tight I can't put my finger on What you're doing right Yeah, yeah, there's something Bout you, baby, I like Yeah, yeah, there's something Bout you, baby, I like Well, I'm standing on a corner Smiling by a telephone I'd just love to check you over Get to know you like A fine tooth comb Oh, now when I go home I turn out the light And you come strolling through My dreams every night Yeah, yeah, there's something Bout you, baby, I like Yeah, yeah, there's something Bout you, baby, I like Yeah, yeah, there's something Bout you, baby, I like