Casanova Brown

(album: Experience - 1975)

Let me tell you 'bout that jive type
That jive type
Casanova Brown

I met him at a party
He said the sweetest things when he hit on me
Wrapped up in his arms
I was blinded by his charm and I couldn't see

Like the story of little red riding hood
The big bad wolf was up to
Up to no good, woo, no

That jive type, that jive type
Casanova Brown
He hit on me and he'll hit on you
That jive type, that jive type
Casanova Brown

I was lonely and naive
I guess that's why I believed every word he says
It felt so good to hear
Every time he said he cared it went straight to my head

He loved me and left me
But I can't deny
His love was so doggone good
I still, I still love that guy, ooh, oh no hey

That jive type, that jive type
Casanova Brown
He hit on me and he'll hit on you, watch out
That jive type, that jive type, ooh
Casanova Brown
Let me tell you 'bout that jive type
that jive type
Casanova Brown
That jive type, that jive type,
Casanova Brown

I was sitting there minding my business
Feeling good, checking things out
Sipping on little wine jive type, that jive type
Then I spotted
Super cool dude cross the room digging on me
I tried to pretend like I didn't even see him
But he was so fine
He took my hand and started to dancing
I know he felt me falling for him
'Cause he kept holding me tighter and tighter, ooh
Sure was nice
Girl, my head was all turned around, oh
I didn't know what I was getting into, ooh, ow

Up to no good, oh no

That jive type, that jive type
Casanova Brown
That jive type, that jive type
Casanova Brown

Like the story of little red riding hood
The big bad wolf was up to
Up to no good, woo, oh

That jive type, that jive type
Casanova Brown
That jive type, that jive type
Casanova Brown
That jive type, that jive type
Casanova Brown