You better come on Into my kitchen Cause it's going to be raining outdoors You better come on into my kitchen Cause it's sure to be raining outdoors When a woman's in trouble Everybody puts her down She look for her good man Lord he can't be found

Black tears, rolling down, From the eyes of an angel in a sinner's town, She puts on her work clothes, fishnet pantyhose, She's got a nickname everybody knows at the gentlemen's club She clocks in at midnight, even though it never feels right, Makes her