A friend of mine, he said to me a skinny girl is a misery I shook my head because I knew he couldn't be right But that's when I thought back to just last night
When I got home, it was maybe a little late. There was ne're a crumb or ne're a plate There was no martini, no glass of grape. But it was there I sought to contemplate.
Some things, my baby don't tolerate my baby don't tolerate my baby don't tolerate from me.
I said hello honey, how have you been. She said what could you possibly have been doin' until half past then. And not bein completely unsensitive I could tell my ship had run a ground, cause when I puckered up you know she, puckered down.
Some things, my baby don't tolerate my baby don't tolerate my baby don't tolerate from me.
Now a small and more ordinary man might not appreciate the guidance of a good woman who truly loves him. He might drift in despair after the ingnorat dumb doins' of his dirty daily existance
That's not me. No, Yessiree. I'm proof that true love will set you free. Some things, my baby don't tolerate my baby don't tolerate my baby don't tolerate from me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
