When I first met you, baby Weren't you a sweet, little thing Worked my fool head off Just to buy that diamond ring Now things are kind of funny You know the way it goes Now you want to put that ring Right on through my nose You put me through the grinder And I kept coming back for more Now all I want to see of you Is your back side headed out that door Well, you said you needed night school And I went along with that Till I followed you last Wednesday, baby Up to Sonny's flat I put one and one together And it added up to fool Cause what Sonny's got to offer, baby Ain't teached in any school You put me through the grinder You hurt me like an open sore I don't want no more excuses, baby Just get on out the door (Guitar solo) Ohh, they say this is a world of troubles Ohh, I've had my share But you're the kind of burden I really don't need to bare I came home a little early Lord, what I found there I walked in on you and Richard And your legs were up in the air I'm gonna put you through the grinder I'm gonna even up the score You better get yourself a lawyer, baby We're about to go to war What 'cha tryin' to do to me? Yeah, look here
When I first met you, baby Weren't you a sweet, little thing Worked my fool head off Just to buy that diamond ring Now things are kind of funny You know the way it goes Now you want to put that ring Right on through my nose You put me through the grinder And I kept coming back for more Now all I want to see of you Is your back side headed out that door Well, you said you needed night school And I went along with that Till I followed you last Wednesday, baby Up to Sonny's flat I put one and one together And it added up to fool Cause what Sonny's got to offer, baby Ain't teached in any school You put me through the grinder You hurt me like an open sore I don't want no more excuses, baby Just get on out the door (Guitar solo) Ohh, they say this is a world of troubles Ohh, I've had my share But you're the kind of burden I really don't need to bare I came home a little early Lord, what I found there I walked in on you and Richard And your legs were up in the air I'm gonna put you through the grinder I'm gonna even up the score You better get yourself a lawyer, baby We're about to go to war What 'cha tryin' to do to me? Yeah, look here
