She's Got Papers on Me lyrics

5 AM Is the hour And we just took a shower Once again, I'm headin' home But I'm satisfied, mm, to the bone Like so many times before You had me beggin' for more Now I'm runnin' home to her When it's you I prefer She's got papers on me She's got papers on me And I'm gettin' tired of sneakin' in Lyin' 'bout where I've been How long can this go on? Pretendin' to love someone who just don't turn me on And every time I taste your sweet, sweet lips I make up my mind to abandon the ship And man, oh man, she's crampin' my style I look in her face and see your sweet smile But she's got papers on me She's got papers on me Oh, oh, oh She's got papers on me She's got papers on me Oh, sometimes I wonder what she's gettin' out of it You've taken every little bit You're gettin' all my love and then some Leavin' her just the crumbs And life isn't like it was Doesn't she know it's you that I love? Girl, you're more than just some broad I wine and dine You're the sweet little thing, the sweet little thing The sweet little thing that's always on my mind (She's got papers on me) always on my mind Girl, you're always, always, always, always on my mind (She's got papers on me) but she's got these papers on me And she won't set me free I never should have kept the game (She's got papers on me) but I found about you too late What am I gonna do about you, baby? (She's got papers on me) Oh, yeah, yeah, babe (She's got papers on me) Well, well, well, what have we have here? I know you thought I was all the way on my job by now Well, I forgot my sweater and I'm on my way back And I started to thinkin', you sure been actin' strange lately And what is this I hear when I walk up to my bathroom door? You singin' 'bout some other woman Let me tell you somethin', Mr. Look so good From now on, this is house is where you used to live My, my, my, don't we look pretty in that suit my money bought You better come on downstairs and have a seat But don't you get too comfortable, 'cause you won't be here that long Now I'm not even sure, I'm not exactly sure about what you're doin' But I know you're doin' somethin' And I gave you the best years of my life tryin' to be a good mother and a good wife I made you who you are, you hear me? I paid the house notes, I put you through school I paid for that pretty car you ridin' your woman or women 'round in Now if I can't be number one, I will not be number two unless I wanna be And right now, I'm in no mood to be number two That's right, I got papers on you And you do understand, my dear, that you must pay me to be free That's what I said You're gonna pay me for my years and my tears and all my wasted years And I know bein' with me hurts you and I mean you don't dig me anymore But I'm hurtin' too And you can tell that dizzy broad, you know the one you singin' about The miss sweet little thing that's always on your mind That I'm not lettin' out of this unless you buy me out I'm not goin' through no more hard times or bad times 'Cause I can do bad all by myself, all by myself Yeah, I got papers on you, but now I'm throwin' 'em in the trash can of my memory Now take your little albums and your raggedy component set that never worked And you can scat, you hear me? Mm, use my life up, use my all my body up, use all my time up Boy, I don't know what to say about you