Verse 1: Cindy Simpson deed she is all right.
Can't be beat, she's simply out of sight.
Nothin' like her anywhere, shiney eyes and kinky hair.
Does I lub here? Wall I guess I do!
I done told my baby Dat I'll give her money maybe,
To go an' buy a little home for two.
But she holds her head so high dat it makes dis darkey sigh,
So I'se gwine to sing dis little song fo' you:

Chorus: Cindy, my black belle, do!
Tell me yo' lub me true.
Say dat I am yo' kind, promise yo' will be mine.
Cindy, my black belle, do!

Verse 2: What's de use ob shaking me now babe,
Didn't I spent my dough fo' dat sun shade?
Didn't I buy you all dem tings, includin' watch an' diamon' rings?
I am gettin' anxious, deed I am.
I done told yo' honey dat yo cost me lots of money,
An' I didn't 'spect you'd fool yo' Sam.
When I told ole Parson Brown dat I'd surely fetch yo' 'roun',
An' I deos want yo' to tell him I'm yo' man.

Chorus: Cindy, my black belle, do!
Tell me yo' lub me true.
Say dat I am yo' kind, promise yo' will be mine.
Cindy, my black belle, do!