Whoa Baby

I don’t need no man to pick up my check
And I can get my own door
My hips are fine in this dress
Let’s have a drink and I’ll pour
It’s plain some man’s gone to your head
Let me tell you what you should’ve said

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa Baby
We better back this thing up
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa Baby
I think you’ve had enough
Sure, it’s been some fun
But now I’d best run

I was married once for a long, long time
I thought I might get lonely
He had half a closet of mine
I gave him spending money
That big man and me drank too much
We emptied our loving cup

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa Baby…

You told him he was something so special
You said he could buy you things
You must’ve said an earful
That man’s come round with a diamond ring
Sure you said some sweet things last night
But it’s time to set the record right

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa Baby…

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