written by Babyface, Perri Smith (1989)



Somebody told me

There'd be trouble at home

'Cause we never talk a lot

When we spend time alone

So how are we supposed to know

Know when something is wrong

Well, we've got a right to communicate

It keeps a happy home



And no one does it like me

And no one but you

Has that kind of whip appeal on me



Keep on whippin' on me

Work it on me

Whip all your sweet sad lovin' on me

Keep on whippin' on me

Work it on me

Whip all your sweet sad lovin' on me



When we go to work

How the day seems so long

The only thing I think about

Can't wait 'til we get home

'Cause we got a way of talking

And it's better than words

It's the strangest kind of relationship

Oh, but with us it always works



And no one does it like me

And no one but you

Has that kind of whip appeal on me



Whatever you want

It's alright with me

'Cause you've got that whip appeal

So work it on me

It's better than love

Sweet as can be

You've got that whip appeal

So whip it on me



Keep on whippin' on me

Work it on me

Whip all your sweet sad lovin' on me

Keep on whippin' on me

Work it on me

Whip all your sweet sad lovin' on me



And no one does it like me

And no one but you

Has that kind of whip appeal on me



HOOK 4 times



Keep on whippin' on me

Work it on me

Whip all your sweet sad lovin' on me

Keep on whippin' on me

Work it on me

Whip all your sweet sad lovin' on me