The Score

The Score - Robert Cray

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

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