My Man

My man don't treat me right Don't kiss me sweet good night Don't buy me flowers to smell Oh, he's a rotten boy from hell My man don't treat me good He eats up all my food And he leaves me such a mess They say I'm cursed But I am blessed 'Cause he loves me, he loves me He really, really loves me And his eyes are bluer than the bluest sky above the city You don't agree? Well, what a pity! He love me, yes, he does My man don't treat me sweet He walks the empty street And he drinks, and smokes, and swears And they say he doesn't care My man He breaks my heart He tears me all apart And he leaves me such a mess They say I'm cursed But I am blessed 'Cause he loves me, he loves me He really, really loves me, and his Eyes are bluer than the bluest sky above the city Don't agree? Well, what a pity! He love me, yes, he does Oh My man I love him so He'll never know All my life is just a spare But I don't care When he takes me in his arms The world is bright All right Bum, bum, bum, bum What's the difference if I say I'll go away? When I know I'll come back on My knees, someday For whatever my man is I'm his, forevermore