I've been putting up with that big gob of yours way too long, babe And I'll be damned if I'm gonna stick around And take anymore of your shit. You'd better screw down that runaround loose tongue of yours, babe Because it's gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble, the things you say.
Sometimes, I think you've got no feelings. Sometimes, I think you've got no education. The time has come, you'd better think twice now And take a look around before I shut you down. I say: do you imagine you can get away with the things you say? Oh babe, with the things you say?
Maybe your momma didn't wash that mouth of yours out, babe And maybe she never showed you how to treat a lady. But I don't give a sweet funny thought anymore, babe Because you've gone and got on my last nerve with the things you say.
Sometimes, I think you've got no feelings. Sometimes, I think you've got no education. The time has come, you'd better think twice now And take a look around before I shut you down. I say: do you imagine you can get away with the things you say? Oh babe, with the things you say?
Sometimes, I think you've got no feelings. Sometimes, I think you've got no feelings. Sometimes, I think you've got no feelings. Sometimes, I think you've got no feelings with the things you say. With the things you say, with the things you say.