| Sometime my baby locks me out
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| Stomps her feet, screams and shouts
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| I know what that’s all about
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| My baby’s just as mean as me
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| Sometimes my man don’t treat me right
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| Shame the way we fuss and fight
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| But I get as good as get alright
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| My baby’s just as mean as me
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| He’s kinda loud and rough
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| Drinks wine and all that stuff
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| Sometimes I’ve had enough, then he smiles
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| And I reckon I can stay for a while
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| They say that love is blind
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| Especially the passionate kind
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| I don’t have to apologize
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| My baby’s just as mean as me
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| Hard times they come and go
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| She’s mine as I’m a boat
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| Heard them say that love is blind
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| Especially the passionate kind
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| I don’t have to apologize
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| My baby’s just as mean as me
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| My baby’s just as mean as me |