Billie Holiday
I love my man
IжЉ¦ a liar if I say I don`t
I love my man
IжЉ¦ a liar if I say I don`t
But I`ll quit my man
IжЉ¦ a liar if I say I won`t
I`ve been your slave baby
Ever since I`ve been your babe
I`ve been your slave
Ever since I`ve been your babe
But before I be your dog
I`ll see you in your grave
My man wouldn`t give me no breakfast
Wouldn`t give me no dinner
Squacked about my supper
Then he put me outdoors
Heaven erred to late
A matchbox on my clothes
I didn`t have so many
But I had a long long ways to go
I ain`t good looking
And my hair ain`t curls
I ain`t good looking
And my hair ain`t curls
But my mother she give me something
It`s going to carry me through this world
Some man like me `cuz I`m happy
Some `cuz I`m snappy
Some call me honey
Others think I`ve got money
Some say Billie
Baby you`re built for speed
Now if you put that altogether
Makes me everything a good man needs