Everyday our love’s a battle royal
Dear, it seems that fighting’s all we do
But if I let you know how much I love you
You’ll do things to me you know you shouldn’t do
There’s no use to stand around,
And say you’re sorry now,
I’m no good at playing that,
Old second fiddle anyhow,
It’s too late too make amends,
This is where our courtin’ ends
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips then i stepped into a satin
Dancin’ dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip