Friday night I started my first fist fight Got me kicked out of the bar When I went stumbling through The parking lot, you know
I could not find my car So I bummed a ride from Bessie My old school friend She said, Honey, where you want to go?
But all I said is, I think this might be the end And Im feeling sick so could you drive me slow? Because my man he up and left me, left me in dust Doctor, lawyer, banker, tell me who can I trust?
Somebody fix me Fix me from head to toe Youd better drop a line Or else youre leaving me out in cold
That man of mine he sure was one of a kind He never did treat me wrong He was the sweet kind of man Who kept me straight in line
But now hes got me singing this low-down song Now I ain't got nobody round To come and help me get well When all I do is drink and cry
Preacher man said Baby, why dont you help yourself? But Im too low-down to even try Ive drank up all my brandy, finished all my wine I need your love candy, make me feel just fine
I was a real good girl for most of my early life I figured someday Id make some man a real good wife I always washed my knickers, pressed my blue, blue jeans Ive got no idea how I got so mean
Now my man he up and left me, left me in the dust Doctor, lawyer, banker, tell me who can I trust?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
