People are sayin'
That boy is gonna hurt you
His kind of love is not for real
He's only playin'
Foolin' with your heart girl
But I know how he makes me feel
And I don't need any other proof
They just don't understand
They don't know the truth
Momma says he's bad for me
Poppa says I'll be sorry
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
And all my friends doubt him
Tell me I should live without him
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
He's not like the others
Nobody wants to see it
They don't even wanna try
Judge a book by its cover
And you'll never know the story
There's so much more than meets the eye
Oh and I know his heart is true
I don't need anyone
To tell me what to do
(Refrain:)
My sisters and my brothers
Tell me I should find another
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
Oh but they can't feel his touch
They can't feel his kiss
They don't know what it's like to be loved like this
I don't care about their point of view
'Cause it's understood
When the love is good
Nothin' else is gonna do
(Refrain)
No they don't know what he's all about
Everybody's just wanna talk my baby down
No they can't see that his heart is gold
Everybody wanna treat my baby so cold, so cold
(Refrain)i nime dyni chatz & schüttle se uus
bis aus us ihre useflügt
wo sie je us myre hand gfrässe het
& schpeter chlopf i no dr teppich uus
& fing i im teppich es haar vo mir
de schtecken i `s eifach y
wüu nüt söu dir bösi erinnerig sy
verrate, was i bi gsi für di
säg nid, dass das nid nötig wär
am aafang isch `s eifach, ersch schpeter wird's schwär
we wieder uuftoucht, was früecher isch gsi
de no lieber so rein & so dumm sy wie wysses papier
i wirde i zuekunft o ne angere sy
aus dä, wo du i mir hesch gseh
die hose, wo du mir glismet hesch
die bring i am rote chrütz verby
i frisse am bode, frisse mit de händ
& glotze i d'glotze & chotze a d'wänd
aus wo di schyssig macht, das loben i mir
i wirde eifach & rein & so dumm sy wie wysses papier
nid emau ds meer chan i wieder gseh
wo dr wind dyni haar vermisst
wo jedi wäue e süüfzer
& jedes sandchorn am schtrand e blick vo dir isch
am liebschte wär i en aschtronout
& flügti uf schtärne, wo gar nüt vertrout
& versout isch dür ne berüehrig vo dir
i wirde nie meh so rein & so dumm sy wie wysses papier