Billie Holiday I love my man I抦 a liar if I say I don't I love my man I抦 a liar if I say I don't But I'll quit my man I抦 a liar if I say I won't I've been your slave baby Ever since I've been your babe I've been your slave Ever since I've been your babe But before I be your dog I'll see you in your grave My man wouldn't give me no breakfast Wouldn't give me no dinner Squacked about my supper Then he put me outdoors Heaven erred to late A matchbox on my clothes I didn't have so many But I had a long long ways to go I ain't good looking And my hair ain't curls I ain't good looking And my hair ain't curls But my mother she give me something It's going to carry me through this world Some man like me 'cuz I'm happy Some 'cuz I'm snappy Some call me honey Others think I've got money Some say Billie Baby you're built for speed Now if you put that altogether Makes me everything a good man needs
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