It's all over now Do you remember? She told the man that She fell on the ground She was afraid that The truth would be found Do you recall? Remember the night? At a hotel in London

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

Way down south, where the mangroves grow Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou There's a little story that's never been told About a pretty widow who never grows old And how she buried her soul with her wedding ring Traded it off for that voodoo thing She

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 be as you are Be as you are, be as, be as you are But in times of trouble I can turn to my mother And I know that she gon' understand And she told me, young man There are moments when you fall to the ground But you are stronger than you feel you are

She lied to you, lied to me She said she didn’t have no man She told me she was all alone She said just to give her a page Raised her kids the very best she can (She was loving me) She tried to live a double life She thought that loving me was cool She

Try living, try try living You ain't lived in a woman's world If you never been told how you gotta be What you gotta wear, how you gotta speak And if you can't see that it's gotta change But she goes to the same job everyday She's overworked and

Just be as you are Be as you are, be as, be as you are But in times of trouble I can turn to my mother And I know that she gon' understand And she told me, young man There are moments when you fall to the ground But you are stronger than you feel you are

Cool down the space for me little woman You're coming in to fast for me That's not how it should be She keep on trying be she can't And so she do it how she want And so I told her: Went to a dance last Saturday night I was feeling tipsy, the mood was

Freddie Mae, the girl that I adore Sent me packing in my beat up Ford Told me money was the thing that I lack But I came back in a Cadillac She said, "You'll never be a man of means You don't do nothing for my self esteem" Hurt so bad and fellas I ain't