My man don't treat me right Don't kiss me sweet goodnight Don't buy me flowers to smell Why he's a rotten boy from hell? My man don't treat me good He eats all my food And he leaves me such a mess They say I'm cursed but I am blessed 'Cos he loves me, he loves me, he really, really loves me And his eyes are bluer then the bluest sky above the city He don't agree but what a pity He love me yes he does My man don't treat me sweet He walks the empty streets 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 cured but I am blessed 'Cos he loves me, he loves me, he really, really loves me And his eyes are bluer then the bluest sky above the city He don't agree but 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 despair but I don't care When he takes me in his arms The world is bright, alright What's the difference if I say, "I'll go away?" When I know ill come back on my knees someday For whatever my man is I'm his, forever more © SOVIET KITSCH MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com