woman i hate it
waylon jennings
when i catch you telling lies
i used to be your knight in silk pyjamas
now you're running back home to your mama
when you brush my moves aside
when you shoot holes through my pride
i used to be your latin lover boy
now you treat me like a worn-out toy
your lovin' brings me no joy
i hate the way you run me round in circles
i don't know which way to go
should i believe or should i believe me
when you make that step on me
when you just won't let me be
you used to be a smilin' mona lisa
take the breath from everyone that meets you
i hate the way you run me round in circles
i don't know which way to turn
i've made mistakes but i ain't mistaken
this time i think i've learnt
and my whining days are through
when the tables turn on you
if i can't be your knight in shining armour
ain't don't treat me like no poor darn farmer