Oh listen, sister, I love my Mr. Man
And I can’t tell you why there ain’t no reason
For me to love dat man
It must be sumthin' dat the angels done plan
Fish got to swim, birds got to fly
I got to love one man till I die
Can’t help lovin' dat man of mine
Tell me he’s lazy, tell me he’s slow
Tell me I’m crazy, maybe I know
Can’t help lovin' dat man of mine
When he goes away dat’s a rainy day
But when he comes back dat day is fine
The sun will shine
He can come home as late as can be Home without him ain’t no home to me Can’t help lovin' dat man of mine
Julie London could simply do no wrong. Her renditions were ubiquitously warm and charged with sensuality. She simply melted her voice over every song like hot fudge, and man, was it delicious.