I gotta make you see You tell me that you're leaving And I'm trying to understand I had myself believing I could take it like a man But if you gotta go, then you gotta know That it's killing me And all the things I never seem to show Girl it's been so

The sky is red, I don't understand People are sayin' the woman is damned She makes you burn with a wave of her hand Warning came, no one cared When it came no one was spared Still I hear "Burn!" You know we had no time We could not even try You know we

The feelings I once felt are now dead and gone I've waited here for you for so very long I’ve waited here for you, so long Erase what was Stillborn, I have become Just a shell of a man Stillborn, this I understand

I am, a back door man Well the, men don't know, but little girls understand Well the, men don't know, but the little girls understand When everybody's tryin' to sleep I'm somewhere making my, midnight creep Yes in the morning, when the rooster crow

I would have noticed a gold wedding band, Diane I'd rather you hate me than not understand And all those nights that he's given to me I wish that I could give them back to you I promise I didn't know he was your man Oh, I promise I didn't know he was

Oh, you think I'm talking crazy In a different language you might not understand Oh, that's alright That's just the kind of life that made me who I am Just taking my mind on a visit Back in time 'cause I miss it You wouldn't know to love it like I love

Round and round dip it down Separate bring it back (and go out and step the whole night through) Now let me see you do the love slide (everybody do the stepping) Now, now, now, see you got to understand stepping is not just a dance its a its a culture It

You used to hold me You used to hold me me me me, yeah Knocked down everything I tried to do That sounds something like me holding you I've known this can make you understand Take my spirit from my open hand You know better than I do

So dry your weeping eyes I will never leave, no I don't never want to hear you say that again Baby I'm not going nowhere Look at me, you understand me? Now, what gave you the silly idea that I'm about to leave Girl who you been listening to? They must be

But don't ask me what I think of you I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin I might not give the answer that you want me to Now, when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand He said, "Stick by my side and