I ain’t never seed her befo’,
Don’t wanta see her no mo’, baby.
She say, “Come on, go to my house,”
She say, “Come on, go to my house,”
She say, “Come on, go to my house,”
She ain’t nuffin but a roust-about, baby.
She s’arch my pockets through,
She s’arch my pockets through,
She s’arch my pockets through,
Den say, “I ain’t got no need of you, baby.”