she was out last night till way past ten
same thing all over again but with my best friend
why＇d she wanna make me so mad
I treat that woman good
Lord, I need a good woman bad
Now when I asked her to go to Sunday school
she went and called me a damned old fool
Now i don＇t understand
Why＇d she wanna make me so sad
I treat that bad woman good
Lord I need a good woman bad
Here she comes
there she goes
well I saved my money, and abought her a car
she got it stolen outside of the bar
she looks good, but she might not be
the kinda woman that I＇m likely to need
Well, I don＇t know why I let her walk on me
She＇s impolite as she can be
now I＇m startin＇ to think
hey, maybe I＇ve been had
I treat that bad woman good
Lord, I need a good woman bad
Yeah