Stuff You Can't Refuse

I’m on a roller coaster ride.

One day I’m up and next I’m down.

Can’t find a doctor who can help me.

I’ve tried every one in town,

Sayin’ please give me something,

To get that woman off my mind.

They said that ain’t the way it works son.

You got yourself into a bind

You got a bad case of heartache,

Brought on by the blues.

You need a dose of good lovin’,

The kind of stuff you can’t refuse.

I called my brother at Three Twenty Three a.m.,

Just to get things off my chest.

He said, “I know how to help you.

Stay where you are I’ll do the rest.”

After some time and deep reflection,

I heard a knock up the door.

Behind it was a lady,

All dressed up and ten to four.

“What’s a girl like you doin’ out this late?”

I said, “It’s almost break of day.”

She just wrapped her arms tight right around my neck,

And this is all she had to say.

You got a bad case of heartache,

Brought on by the blues.

You need a dose of good lovin’,

The kind of stuff you can’t refuse.

The kind of stuff you can’t refuse.

The kind of stuff you can’t refuse.

You need a dose of good lovin’,

The kind of stuff you can’t refuse.