She ain’t a lady, but she’s my baby, she gotta lotta soulnI take her out to the local hop, ‘cos she sure digs rock and rollnShe keeps a’me guessingnShe’s always messing with guys who’re twice my sizenTo tell you the truth she’s always telling me lies”nnA’she’s my sweet, sweet a’cheatin’ RitanA’she’s my sweet, sweet a’cheatin’ Rita, you oughta meet hernAnd I know, yes I know how much I need her, my cheatin’ RitanShe’s my sweeeet, neeat a’cheatin’ Rita.nnI never take her and I don’t blame her, she really turns me onnBut I don’t care ‘cos I’m well aware that she don’t know right from wrongnWho could be sweeter than cheatin’ Rita, she makes me feel so goodnAnd I wouldn’t change one hair on her head if I couldnnShe’s my sweet, sweet a’cheatin’ RitanShe’s my sweet, sweet a’cheatin’ Rita, you oughta meet hernAnd I know, yes I know how much I need her, my cheatin’ RitanShe’s my sweeeet, neeat a’cheatin’ RitanOh yesnn………………………………n………………………………n……………………………...n HuhnnA’she’s my sweet, sweet a’cheatin’ RitanA’she’s my sweet, sweet a’cheatin’ Rita, you oughta meet hernAnd I know, yes I know how much I need her, my cheatin’ RitanShe’s my sweeeet, neeat a’cheatin’ Ritan