I Can’t Tell You I’ll be seeing my baby tonight and I can hardly wait. This man makes me feel so good, I mean, I can barely see straight. I wish I could tell you what he does, when we’re alone and making love. Oh! But baby, baby, baby, I can’t tell you. Oh! I wish I could. How he makes me weak, it feels so good. But baby, baby, baby, I can’t tell you. I don’t know quite what it is, But what he does, the secret’s his. He needs to put a patent on it. I know every woman in the world would want it. But baby, baby, baby, I can’t tell you. Oh! I wish I could. How he makes me weak, it feels so good. But baby, baby, baby, I can’t tell you. All day he rests at home alone, He doesn’t have to work, just stay at home. I’m keeping him to myself, and girl, I know it might be wrong, But I don’t want nobody else around when we’re alone. Because baby, baby, baby, I can’t tell you. Oh! I wish I could. How he makes me weak, it feels so good. But baby, baby, baby, I can’t tell you. I don’t want any of my fake friends to start no mess. That’s why I ain’t giving out my home address. You’d keep your man all to yourself too, If he did for you, what my man can do. But baby, I’m so sorry, I can’t tell you. Oh! I wish I could. How he makes me weak, it feels so good. But baby, baby, baby, I can’t tell you. I don’t know quite what it is, But what he does, the secret’s his. He needs to put a patent on it. I know every woman in the world would want it. But baby, baby, baby, I can’t tell you. Oh! I wish I could. How he makes me weak, it feels so good. But baby, baby, baby, I can’t tell you. Tracy Williams Copyrighted 2005

Passion In Poetry