Billie holiday
I love my man
On my life I say I dont
I love my man
On my life I say I dont
But Ill quit my man
On my life I say I wont
Ive been your slave baby
Ever since Ive been your way
Ive been your slave
Ever since Ive been your faith
But before I be your dog
Ill see you in your grave
My man wouldnt give me no breakfast
Wouldnt give me no dinner
Squacked about my supper
Then he put me outdoors
Heaven erred to late
A matchbox on my clothes
I didnt have so many
But I had a long long ways to go
I aint good looking
And my hair aint curls
I aint good looking
And my hair aint curls
But my mother she give me something
Its going to carry me through this world
Some man like me cuz Im happy
Some cuz Im snappy
Some call me honey
Others think Ive got money
Some say billie
Baby youre built for speed
Now if you put that altogether
Makes me everything a good man needs