i like sugar in my woman more than saccharine
sweet as molasses but you're low-down dirty
you're pretty as a picture and dressed so fine
when you walk you turn my blood to wine
i gave you all i had to give
in everything you gave to me and all i had before
someone told me you was out all night
teasing boys and causing fights
all i get from you is trouble and strife
and you're as sharp as a carpet knife
we all lie sometimes but that's how you start
with the lord's breath on your honey lips and the devil in your cheating heart
you want somebody who loves you and i ain't anymore
you're the original good time had by all
you can call me a son of a bitch
give it to me one more time and i'll strong arm you
so you better start looking for another stepping stone
you can call me a son of a bitch