Daytime Hustler, you're out of line
Don't ya try to change my mind!
Don't you try
You see, I ain't no fool
No, I can tell
Oh, baby, you ain't my kind!
My kind!
I'm in love with a down home man
Simple lovin' I can understand
I've been hustled by the best of them
And you ain't nothing but a crazy man
Hustler
Oh, daytime hustler, you better look away
Because I won't play your game no more
No, no more, no
You spend all of your money
On those other women
Who are blind enough to buy your shame
All your shame, oh, oh, oh
Fancy money doesn't buy me love!
Flashy Cadillacs won't make me fuck!
I been hustled by the best of them
And you ain't nothing but a crazy man
Hustler, hustler
Hustler, hustler
Ooh, hustler
Hustler, baby, oh!
Whoa! Daytime Hustler!
Ooh, what did you say?
I say you're a jive, jive dude
Yes, I do. Yes, I do
You just don't, you just don't
Ya just don't know
That you are really
You're really not too cool
And I believe your mind is slow
Oh, oh, oh
I'm in love with a down home man
Simple lovin' I can understand
I've been hustled by the best of them
And you ain't nothing but a crazy, crazy man
Hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler
Hustler, hustler, hustler baby
Oh, hustler. Oh, hustler. Oh, hustler
Hustler baby . .
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