The Score

Well all right, baby

I guess I know the score

You better get to packin'

I don't want you around here anymore

You come home looking funky

Your clothes all in a mess

And your story wasn't fittin'

Any better than your dress

Well all right, baby

Now I know the score

Well you better get to gettin'

I don't want to see you around here anymore

You came in one time too many

Lyin' out both sides of your mouth

You said you was at your mother's

But I really got my doubts

I seen you at the Rainbow

Hangin' out with Red

And if I get my hands on you, baby

You're gonna wish that you were dead

Well all right, baby

Now I know the score

Well you better get to movin'

I don't want you around here anymore

You'd better get to goin', baby

I done got into your game, baby

Uh huh, thought you was foolin' me, huh?

Now I know, baby

I know better

I'll teach you not to cheat on me

Yeah, baby, comin' at 'ya