29 lyrics for "Treat me the way you do"
Why don't you please come home How many more times, treat me the way you wanna do I'll give you all I've got to give, rings, pearls, and all How many more times, barrel house all night long When I give you all my love, please, please be true I've got to
PlayAnd your crying won't help you, woman 'Cause you've been so mean to me Oh, oh, crying won't help you, baby Crying won't help you now Oh, no matter what you say, baby No matter what you do The way you been treating me, woman Is coming back home to you Oh,
PlayDo you hear me calling? Me no want no drama Ring, do you hear me calling? Not a fighter, a lover I just want you, my darling (Purps On The Beat) Breakaway, and make a way to make it Love the way you lookin' when you naked Treat your heart just like a
PlayYou know that's not the way that it's supposed to be Oh no, no no no no I never want to see you crying over me Treating your love like I don't response Time in deed, caught up on me Trapped in your tears Please set me free I plea Making you feel like
PlayLike a fool, I'm holdin' on to you There are those who'd love to love me Take me home and take care of me Treat me just the way you never do But I'm here on your door step Something I can't seem to help Oh, you don't love me, you don't love me You place
PlayI'll never do it ''cause you treat me wrong You'll never do it, come and sing my song Living in another way, Don't you see that Living in another way I want to touch your body To live it up just another day Don't stop put it down) To live it up every
PlayI don't know If I could ever let this, When I lost it all, when I lost control Ever let this go! I won't save you Its such an ugly thing The way you treated me I should've walked away Never to look back!
PlayIt's My Own Fault (Recorded Live At the Regal Theatre, Chicago, Illinois, November 21, 1964)
B.B. King
It's my own fault, baby Treat me the way you want to do Yes, at the time, you were loving me, baby At that time, little girl, I didn't love you At that time, little girl, I wouldn't be true Used to make your own pay checks, baby And bring them all home
PlayPeople in the misery Government or work or government It makes a mockery Respect to the youths When they're in front and all dem back a me Why you don't treat them like the way you should And I know all the things you hide Even though it's a good
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