What a thing to see

What a thing to be

What a perfect love, what a perfect home

'Cause every time she walks

And every time she talks

Is every time he knows what a perfect world he's living on

But whenever he's gone and when she's all alone

His heart goes out to her on the telephone

And he says, "Sugar, how I love you

How I think about you all the time"

He calls her "Sugar" 'cause she's the sweetest thing

Oh, she's the best thing he'll ever find

With her midnight hair

And with his favorite stare

She's a southern belle, he's a rockout king

When she looks around

Oh, she knows she's found

Such a perfect life, such a perfect thing

And whenever he's gone and when she's all alone

His heart goes out to her on the telephone

And he says, "Sugar, how I love you

How I think about you all the time"

He calls her "Sugar" 'cause she's the sweetest thing

Oh, she's the best thing he'll ever find

Oh, there's a reason for every season

There's a change within the range of every heart

But the reason and the season

Seem to be right so far

And he says, "Sugar, how I love you

How I think about you all the time"

He calls her "Sugar" 'cause she's the sweetest thing

Oh, she's the best thing he'll ever find

He calls her "Sugar"