Oh, babe... babe... babe...
Oh, babe... babe... babe...
Oh, babe... babe... babe...
Oh, babe... babe... babe...

Sweet Rishi boy
my handsome Indian boy
deep, dark beautiful eyes and baby skin don't need a lift

Hot muchacho
 [bad word] but soon you go
your y Dheli ways spells out
city cat millionaire

Is it the spice, that you've sprinkled on my bed spread
Can't help to wonder how king fisher came and fished me
Our love song, the one that Ali wrote
pops my stereo left and right
See! now I'm losing air

Oh, babe... why are you so fine
Oh, babe... babe... babe...
Oh, babe... oh want you to be mine
Oh, babe... babe... babe...

Sweet Rishi boy
what's with the telephone
I'm only a call away
sadistic play's eating me away

I'm always home
having these naughty thoughts
of you hustling with your charms
all over the world

Is it your smile, all them pearls lined up in your mouth
your flashy lips kissing my forehead, hits like curry
play your guitar, [bad word] it like it's my bod (<—body)
rock me out of my pajamas
I'm your incredible thang!

Oh, babe... why are you so fine
Oh, babe... babe... babe...
Oh, babe... so losing my mind
Oh, babe... babe... babe...

I'm always thinking of you
my heart is locked on to you
so it ain't nice when you just flash your pheromones and take off...
I don't know why but it's [bad word] 
you keep me craving for you
 [bad word] like magic leaving me the flavor of you... you... you... you... you...

Oh, babe... why are you so fine
Oh, babe... babe... babe...
Oh, babe... oh want you to be mine
Oh, babe... babe... babe...

Oh, babe... why are you so fine
Oh, babe... babe... babe...
Oh, babe... you're looking all fine
Oh, babe... babe... babe...