Oh rainy day woman I never seem to see you for the good times or the sunshine You have been a friend of mine, rainy day woman That woman of mine, she ain't happy 'Til she finds something wrong and someone to blame If it ain't one thing it's another one

The way he should I got it bad, and that ain't good Never treats me sweet and gentle 'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around My man and me We pray some

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall But darling, it don't match your eyes I'm tellin' you You don't need that guy It's so black and white He's stealin' your thunder Baby, blue ain't your color Blue looks good on the sky

Tell her that you love her, if you really love her But when your heart just ain’t sure, let her know Growing by the hour, love just like a flower But when the flower dies, you’ve got to say goodbye And let her go Tell her that you’ll be there, if you’ll

This ain't for the good girls gone bad This one's for the bad girls tryna go good How can someone like me so bad just touch a good girl Touch a good girl, you're a good girl And I know that I don't treat you like I should girl Like I could girl, like my

Love makes me treat you the way that I do Gee baby, ain't I good to you Gee, baby, ain't I good to you There's nothing too good for a girl, so true Mama, ain't I good to you Yes, I bought you furs for Christmas And a diamond ring A big Cadillac car and

And that ain't good The way he should I've got it bad Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears Well I'm so mad about him I can't live without him Never treats me sweet and gentle My poor heart is so sentimental

Can't take it slow 'cause you and I are pushin' time Sometimes love acts out of spite And good things happen over night Are we fools for rushing in? 'Cause already dread the end Lonely ain't no place to start I guess thats just where we are Oh, how I

Me casa, you casa, O I ain't lookin' for no wife I just wanna give dick to ya Hit the club, drink ass on ice but ya hit the pussy good, Am I doing the thing for you? Girl, show me how ya work that thing You make a motherfuckin' thug Wanna sing and baby,

Lived with you, If I ain't got you There's a light A certain kind of light That never shone on me I want my life to be There's a way, everybody say To do each and every little thing But what good does it bring, if I ain't got you