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Written by: D. BryantTwenty-five pounds of pure cane sugarShe's got in each and every kissYou wouldn't know what I'm talking 'boutIf you never had a love like thisWell, I don't mean to be frank with you allIt's a natural factGood things come wrapped up in small, small packages nowWell you can't argue with thatOh, oh, yeahNinety-nine pounds of natural born goodnessNinety-nine pounds of soul, oh, ohNinety-nine pounds of natural born goodnessNinety-nine pounds of soulTwenty-five pounds of tendernessShe got in each and every touchTwenty-five pounds of understanding my woman'Cause I was the one running 'round town worrying too muchTwenty-four pounds of SundayThat I can't see, yeahAnd it all adds up to ninety-nine big poundsOh, I'm talking about a feline friendNinety-nine pounds of natural born goodnessNinety-nine pounds of soulNinety-nine pounds of natural born goodnessNinety-nine pounds of soulNinety-nine pounds of natural born goodnessNinety-nine pounds of soulNinety-nine pounds of natural born goodnessNinety-nine pounds of soulNinety-nine pounds of natural born goodnessNinety-nine pounds of soulNinety-nine pounds of natural born goodnessNinety-nine pounds of soul
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