Ain’t it justAin’t it justAin’t it justJust like a women Read about a thing in the paper todayRead about a thing in the paper today (ye ye)A women drove a man to drink, now he’s in ruinA women drove a man to drink, now he’s in
How come everything that I doNever seems to go rightEvery turn I take to the leftSeems I should have gone rightGuess I’m a natural born loserA natural born loser, everybodyAlrightI go out walking and it starts to rainI get back home and
I’ve been wond’ring what you been thinkingWhat’s going on in your mind?Do you deceive me? Will you ever leave me?What’s going on in your mind? Yeah, yeah you’re driving me crazyYeah, yeah you’re an electric ladyYeah, yeah, you’re driving me crazyYeah, yeah
Take me to where you goLet me get inside your headAnd look aroundLet me see what you seeWhen you look at me Take me to where you goLet me get inside your headAnd look aroundMaybe I’ll findSome peace of mindI stay alone
She’s got them big red lipsShe’s got shaking hipsShe’s got flashing eyes that hypnotizeOoh, ooh, ooh, yeahBaby that’s nice She’s got a clinging dressBut she never says yesI must have mistook that sexy lookOoh, ooh, ooh, yeahBaby that’s nice She is a teaser, she is a teaserAnd she says if you
Ah-ah, my, my, what you doin’ to me?Ah-ah, my, my, what you doin’ to me? yeahDon’t do that, don’t do that, don’t do thatDon’t do that, don’t do that, don’t do thatWell, don’t do that Ah-ah, my, my, what you tryin’ to
I got something to say to youI hope you like itI got something I wanna doI hope you like it I got something to bring to youI hope you like itI got something to give to youI hope you like it Why don’t you love meWhy
I can remember the day when I had nothing to sayJust look at me now, I’m shouting (hey, hey, hey)Ooh, I feel good, ooh, I feel goodBut ain’t no doubt about it It’s all because of you, babyAll because of you, womanAll
Hey come here, let me look at youYour virgin eyes they are so blueDoesn’t anyone take care of you little boy? Where’s your mommy, is she out again?No doubt she’s got a penCrossing numbers of a card This world has got no
I’m goin’ down to St. James InfirmaryTo see my baby thereShe was dressed in gold white satinSo gold, so cool, so bad Well, now let me tell you peopleAnd take heed to what I sayWell, it’s the poor what gets the problemsAnd