“Is you is or is you ain’t my baby?” Love who loved me so well when dreaming of me loving you. Your love for me I always thought to be true but once you had me I saw the true you. Your baby is what you called me but now I get treated as just your maybe. Maybe I’ll see you, maybe you’ll commit; maybe you’ll find a way for our love to fit. I know love and this ain’t it; so tell me, is I is or is I ain’t you baby?