Early Every Morn'

Everybody in this world
Has something that they crave
When they get just what they want
Then you’ll hear them rave
Poor folks crave swell clothes and money
Rich folks want more gold
But loving is the thing I want
To satisfy my soul
Early every morn'
I want some loving
Early in the morn'
I want some hugging
And when he kisses me, oh goodness knows
A funny feeling goes from my head to my toes
His kisses, gee, are like a master
They stick to me just like a mustard plaster
All his loving I crave
If it takes me to my grave, I say
And so I get my loving
Early every morn'
Early every morn'
I want my loving
Early in the morn'
I want my hugging
And when he kisses me, oh goodness knows
A funny feeling goes from my head to my toes
His kisses, gee, are like a master
They stick to me just like a mustard plaster
All his loving I crave
If it takes me to my grave, I say
And so I get my loving
Early every morn'