Who's loving my baby?
And who's kissing my gal?
Who's telling her sweet lies?
And making her smile?
Who's dressing her up
in the latest styles?
Who's loving my baby?
Who's kissing my gal?
Who come calling on Monday when I was out of town?
I came by on Tuesday,
but she was nowhere around.
And when I asked about Wednesday,
if she was reading a book,
I tried twice to call her,
and let it ring off the hook.
Now, who's loving my baby?
And who's kissing my gal?
Who's telling her sweet lies?
And making her smile?
And who's dressing her up in all the latest styles?
Who's loving my baby?
And who's kissing my gal?
I caught her sneaking out the back door,
about a quarter to 10,
heading who knows where,
Lord, to who knows when.
I had no idea that she could drive so fast.
I followed post behind her,
but then I ran out of gas.
Now, who's loving my baby?
And who's kissing my gal?
Who's telling her sweet lies?
And making her smile?
And who's dressing her up in all the latest styles?
Who's loving my baby?
Who's kissing my gal?
Who's loving my baby?
Who's been kissing my gal?