Baby Doll - Original - Bessie Smith

Honey, there’s a funny feeling 'round my heart

And it’s bound to drive your mama wild

It must be something they call the Cuban Doll1

It weren’t your mama’s angel child

I went to see the doctor the other day, he said I’s well as well could be

But I said, «Doctor, you don’t know really what’s worrying me»

I want to be somebody’s baby doll so I can get my loving all the time

I want to be somebody’s baby doll to ease my mind

He can be ugly, he can be black, so long as he can eagle rock and ball the jack

I want to be somebody’s baby doll so I can get my lovin' all the time

I mean to get my lovin' all the time

Lord, I went to the gypsy to get my fortune told

She said you in hard luck, Bessie, doggone your bad luck soul

I want to be somebody’s baby doll so I can get my lovin' all the time

I mean to get my lovin' all the time