Do's Me Good (McNeal Lutricia)

What you do's, it do's me baby, do's me good now What you do's to me, it do's me good You're the kind of guy I've been looking for You treat me good and I just wan't more What you do's to me, it do's me good You treat me like a lady You make me feel nice A candellight dinner, pink champagne on ice What you do's to me, it do's me good What you do's, it do's me baby, do's me good now What you do's to me, it do's me good When the weekend comes, I wanna be with you Let's hit the highway Who knows where we might go What you do's to me, it do's me good A nice hotel with a view What's on my mind is being with you What you do's to me, it do's me good What you do's, it do's me baby, do's me good now What you do's to me, it do's me good "It was a rainy saturday at my parents home in Oklahoma City when somebody knocked on the door. Hjalmar went to open just to find this door-to-door salesman wanting to sell us some "miracle cleaning spray". The strongest line in his salespitch was: "It do's you so good". He was rambling about how good it would DO'S us for such a long time that we finally bought a can. We were cracking up laughing and we decided that it would be a cool line for a chorus. (But the spray sucked!)"