Billie Holiday - I Love My Man текст песни

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