Stuff Like That There. I was alone on a shelf. In a world by myself. Oh where could my prince charming be. But a man came along. Made my life like a song. And tought me these words of ecstasy. Tenderly. I want some huggin. And some squeezin. And some lovin. And some teasin. And some stuff like that there. I want some pettin. And some spoonin. And some happy honeymoonin. And some stuff like that there. I used to think that love was just a lotta rubbish. A mess o' cabbage. A mess o' cabbage. But now my attitude is only lovey dovish. And baby you you've done it. Ooh. I used to think romance was bunk. A double-mickey for the hickey. But all at once my heart was sunk. And baby you you done it. I want some huggin. And some teasin. And some muggin. And some pleasin. And some stuff like that there. I want some weepin. And some chasin. And some sweepin. And some pacin. And some stuff like that there. And when I get a certain feeling. I confess it. There's really only one expression to express it. I want some huggin. Squeezin. Muggin. Teasing. And some stuff. I want some stuff like that there