ladies let you tell you 'bout my man I will never take him shopping again Those moments I wish he was gay Look at that boy at the doorway He trails me like a slave Like he's dragging a ball and chain He's the rain falling on my day And the storm in my head Today I'm gonna shop away It's gonna be my day Without a man who complains
I hate it when he's tagging along Telling me what's wrong with this one And he picked out a short yellow skirt Baby I'm not a 20 year old flirt He trails me like a slave Like he's dragging a ball and chain He's the rain falling on my day And the storm in my head Today I'm gonna shop away It's gonna be my day Without a man who complains Today I'm gonna wander the way Through every street of this city Without a man who complains all day
This is my therapy Wandering through the streets Looking trhough every window withou you behind my back
Today I'm gonna shop away It's gonna be my day Without a man who complains Today I'm gonna wander the way Through every street of this city Without a man who complains all day