My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Just wait 'til I give you a sign 'Cause I get lonesome sometimes Save all the jokes you're gonna make While I see how much drink I can take Then be my mistake Be my mistake Then turn out the light She bought me those jeans The ones you like

Come on, come on, we've really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, if you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself Come on, come on Well she's a tongue twisting storm, she will come to the show tonight Praying to the light

It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

Gon' make me broke The way you make that tushy roll No I ain't wearin' no cape baby Way you make that tushy roll Betty Crocker, got the cakes baby Come serve it up for me though But tonight I'm your hero (I know, I know) Say she wanna get up Want a nigga

I’m touchin’ you tonight, I’m lovin’ you tonight (Wait nope) Touchin’, lovin’, fuckin’, can’t make up my mind Oh, I’m sorry, oh, you mad that I came to the party? Like, no no no You took your girl to the club and now she gone, gone, gone Now she asking

It's too late to pretend You know me better than I know myself Don't take my heart and put it on a shelf Always someone else The next guy who will Make your cold heart melt I'm gonna give my love to someone else La la la la la She's such a flirt

I'll make you better I know you're working for it You've been working here all night long Let me see if I can give you better Even when I'm far and gone She want it all (she want it all) She workin' hard for the money, she want it all Why she fucking

Mean concrete got you walkin' to a place you know You gon' meet your maker when he hands you dough Late-night creature go a-walkin' with her Head hung low All her features are a talkin' But-a she don't know She don't know High heels clingin' on a

Oh, pretty woman Can't make you love me No matter what I do Sure's the rising sun Says all your cheap paint and powder Ain't gonna help you none 'Cause she's a pretty woman Right down to her bone So you might as well