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