My baby don't like my business
My baby don't like my business
You know she don't like my business
My baby don't like my business now
She take me out to a party
Then she act like she don't know me
I don't know how we got it started
Some day I'm gonna set her free
She wakes me up in the mornin'
Cold coffee and a crust of bread
Pillows fluffied up like a body
I look over and there ain't no head
Well I go to work broken hearted
She's down at the new dress shop
I come home it's like a funeral parlor
She wanna put me down in that box
