I don't want you to be no slave
I don't want you to work all day
I don't want you to be true
I just want to make love to you

I don't want you to wash my clothes
I don't want you to keep our home
I don't want your money too
I just want to make love to you, love to you
Love to you, love to you

Well, I tell by the way that you switch and walk
I can see by the way that you baby talk
I can know by the way that you treat your man
That I could love you baby, until the cryin' shame

I don't want you, cook my bread
I don't want you to make my bed
I don't want you because I'm sad and blue
I just want to make love to you, love to you
Love to you, love to you
Love to you, love to you
Love to you