Now all you women howling murder, I ain't even raised my hand
Now all you women howling murder, I ain't even raised my hand
Now you just trying to get me in trouble, so you can take my man
Now you can take my man, but I swear, you can't keep him long
Yes you can take my man, but I swear, you can't keep him long
'Cos I've got a way of loving that you other women just can't catch on
Now sometimes I think, sometimes I think my man is too good to die
Yes sometimes I think, sometimes I think my man is too good to die
And then again I think that man should be buried alive
'Cos he's a dirty mistreater and he don't mean no one women no good
He's a dirty mistreater and he don't mean no one women no good
But I don't blame my baby, 'cos I'd be the same way if I could