Well my residential woman said, said to menThat you daren't eat peaches from a hawthorn treenWell she said it to me oncenAnd then she said it againnEven though I try, I can't remember when.nnWell my residential womannShe's as fine as can benYeah my residential womannShe's the one for menAnd I believe, yes I do believe.nnAnd I believe to the depths of my dark black soulnLike I used to believe in sweet rock and rollnI believe to the depths of my pure white soulnLike I still believe in sweet jelly rollnShe got me, she got menIn her clutches.nnWell my very special woman said yesterdaynShe's always economic when I'm going awaynWell I turn around and say, she's got no reason to fearnCos I'm always economic when you're sitting right here.nnMy very special womannShe's the one for menMy residential womannShe's as sweet as can benWell I believe, yes I believe.nnI believe to the depths of my hard luck soulnLike I used to believe in sweet jelly rollnBelieve to the depths of my pure white soulnI used to believe in sweet rock and rollnShe got me, yeah, she got menIn her clutches nSweet clutchesnEvery kind of clutchesnThose clutches