written by Babyface, Perri Smith (1989)performed by BabyfaceSomebody told meThere’d be trouble at home’Cause we never talk a lotWhen we spend time aloneSo how are we supposed to knowKnow when something is wrongWell, we’ve got a right to communicateIt keeps a happy homeAnd no one does it like meAnd no one but youHas that kind of whip appeal on meKeep on whippin’ on meWork it on meWhip all your sweet sad lovin’ on meKeep on whippin’ on meWork it on meWhip all your sweet sad lovin’ on meWhen we go to workHow the day seems so longThe only thing I think aboutCan’t wait ’til we get home’Cause we got a way of talkingAnd it’s better than wordsIt’s the strangest kind of relationshipOh, but with us it always worksAnd no one does it like meAnd no one but youHas that kind of whip appeal on meWhatever you wantIt’s alright with me’Cause you’ve got that whip appealSo work it on meIt’s better than loveSweet as can beYou’ve got that whip appealSo whip it on meKeep on whippin’ on meWork it on meWhip all your sweet sad lovin’ on meKeep on whippin’ on meWork it on meWhip all your sweet sad lovin’ on meAnd no one does it like meAnd no one but youHas that kind of whip appeal on meHOOK 4 timesKeep on whippin’ on meWork it on meWhip all your sweet sad lovin’ on meKeep on whippin’ on meWork it on me