I was standing at 7:15 waiting for my baby's car Just then out stepped the driver of a limousine And asked if I was going far I said I've got my mind made up I don't wanna leave him baby cause it's clear to me That it's just to tough to find another lover like mine With the right stuff The right stuff baby I don't wanna miss out on the right stuff Ooh no with Mr. Right Just Friday 'bout a week ago This fellow called me on the phone And said 'I live in Paris, don't you want to go I know you must be all alone' Well, it'll take more than a fancy trip Or a chauffeured limousine Cause I ain't never seen no one Who could give me love like this The other fellows don't compare To the right stuff The right stuff baby I don't wanna miss out on the right stuff Ooh no with Mr. Right Sing He's the only to give me that lovin' Cause next to him there is no other one He's very s**y and oh so sweet And he knocks me off my feet Say it I need the right stuff I got to have the right stuff I don't wanna miss out on the right stuff Written by Salas/Jones