(kevin welch/wally wilson)
They're talkin' 'bout you baby, up and down the line
They say you're sweeter than peaches in the summertime
Sharper than the edge of a razor blade
Everybody says you got it made in the shade
What's wrong with you
What's wrong with you
What's wrong with you
What's wrong with you is you ain't got me
Milder than a whisper through the georgia pines
Or wilder than whiskey over homemade wine
The way you're put together, baby, nothin's out of place
You got a legendary smile and amazing grace
What's wrong with you
What's wrong with you
What's wrong with you
What's wrong with you is you ain't got me
Icin' on the cake
Sugar in your tea
Sparkle on the diamond
Baby can't you see
What's wrong with you
What's wrong with you
What's wrong with you
What's wrong with you is you ain't got me