(You’ve Got) A Sweet Kind of Love

by Fred Rose 

You do something to me I can’t understand
You’ve go ta sweet kind of love
I feel bride-and-groomy when I hold your hand
You’ve got a sweet kind of love. 

Smile and show your dimples, wind your little eye
I’m full of goose pimples you’re a sweetie pie
Ev’rything about you fits like a glove
You’ve got a sweet kind of love. 

You’re a pretty creature, you’re a precious thing
You’ve got a sweet kind of love.
Got to find the preacher, gotta get a ring
You’ve got a sweet kind of love. 

You made me so happy saying you’ll be mine
How’m I doin’, pappy, I’m doin’ just fine.
Feelin’ kinda lucky, peaceful as a dove
You’ve got a sweet kind of love.