Lyrics:

I said, 'Girl, what's your name?'
I heard about you and all your little pretty games.
I said, 'Girl, you can call me tomorrow.'
If you're gonna mess with me, then you're gonna have a heart full of sorrow.
Too bad.
You're sad.
And I'm glad.
Too bad.
You're sad.

I said, 'Girl, I kinda like your stuff.'
The funny thing is that I never seem to get enough.
I said, 'Girl, you better ask your mama.'
I'm plowing through your fields like I was a country farmer.
Too bad.
You're sad.
And I'm glad.
Too bad.
You're sad.

I said, 'Girl, what's your name?'
I heard about you and all your little pretty games.
I said, 'Girl, you can call me tomorrow.'
If you're gonna mess with me, then you're gonna have a heart full of sorrow.
Too bad.
You're sad.
And I'm glad.
Too bad.
You're sad.