Lyrics:

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Wait a minute
Let me understand
While I'm sitting here
Holding your hand

You're telling me
About the boy next door
Telling me that he
Can offer you more

What a nerve, what a case
Better put her in her place

[CHORUS]
Wait just a minute
You know that won't get it
If that's the way your love will be
You might as well forget it

Am I correct in
Hearing what you say
That you would rather
Be with him instead

You said that you could
Travel with him far
Say he's got a
Brand new Cadillac car

Well, what you mean, is that so
Better let that woman go

[Repeat CHORUS]

I don't go for
All the crazy noise
About you dating
All those other boys

If I'm gonna be
Your only one
I'm not waiting
'Til your fun is done

You're a riot and you're tough
Honey, cut out all that stuff

[Repeat CHORUS]

I'm gonna tell you
For the very last time
If I'm yours
You better be mine

When I come home
About a quarter to four
Don't wanna hear the
Slamming of the back door

You're bad and so wild
Stop messing with me, child

[Repeat CHORUS]

You might as well forget it

Why, you can just go on
And forget about the
Whole cotton picking affair
I get so tired of you...