Lyrics:
with me
Devil Woman it's over
Trapped no more by your charms
'Cause I don't want to stay
I want to get away
Woman let go of my arm
Oh, Devil
Do you know what it means to walk alone?
And what it means to be, be by yourself?
Do you know what it means when there's no one to bring you good
Do you know what it means to walk alone?
And what it means to be, be by yourself?
Do you know what it means when there's no one to bring you good
In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die,
As life goes on and time goes by
Born in bed, in bed we die.
Woman becomes
thongs, our thongs)
Why should I be a damsel in distress
Give me the hell out of this ball dress
I'm not playing by your rules no more
Chew like you got
to be
A woman
I'm not sexist but I do have a problem with my sex
When would we realize that men do not cry is in itself is a cry for help
That almost
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
you must be
Written by a woman
Your shoulders, your hands, oh you must be a man
Written by a woman
Yeah, you got me down bad, no there's no going
I'm gonna leave ya now
I'm heading out the door
I've taken all I can
I can't take anymore
Cause even the smell of you
Makes me wanna cry
They
be
(Representing for the black woman them)
Right by your side when you're up or down
Don't matter what I′ll be around
(a true thing you know girl)
Baby
there’s no happiness
Standing outside under street light
Doing favors just to get by come on
Roxanne you ain’t got to put on the red light
Oh Roxanne you
wondered why she was alone
Every man watched her as she swayed on by
The way she was looking every woman could cry
Then I saw her sit down with a lawyer
on by
Pretty woman, don't make me cry
Pretty woman
Don't walk away, hey
Okay
If that's the way it must be, okay
I guess I'll go on home, it's late
Pretty woman, walkin' down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look
and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was,
Sample (Scratched by Chief Xcel):
Now you, who ever you are,
as you're listening to what I'm going to say,
will probably not want to believe what
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
so
He could see no wrong, no, no, no
He spent his last dime on the woman because he loved her
And you know, girls
You can take love and kindness
of a man
And I'ma try to do the best I can
I can't give you a chance noooo
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
A woman ain't supposed to cry
So why don't you just
holding it back
Some days yeah I sit down and cry
Wishing I could lay down by you
Both ways it was never enough
Now I don't know what to say to you (big up
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
woman, it's over, trapped no more by your charms
I don't want to stay, I want to get away, Women let go of my arms.
Devil woman, devil woman, let go of me
so
He could see no wrong, no, no, no
He spent his last dime on the woman because he loved her
And you know, girls
You can take love and kindness
got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tough guys are feminine like sheena easton
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
Thrown off
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