Lyrics:

she was out last night till way past ten
same thing all over again but with my best friend
why'd she wanna make me so mad
I treat that woman good
Lord, I need a good woman bad

Now when I asked her to go to Sunday school
she went and called me a damned old fool
Now i don't understand
Why'd she wanna make me so sad
I treat that bad woman good
Lord I need a good woman bad

Here she comes
there she goes

well I saved my money, and abought her a car
she got it stolen outside of the bar
she looks good, but she might not be
the kinda woman that I'm likely to need

Well, I don't know why I let her walk on me
She's impolite as she can be
now I'm startin' to think
hey, maybe I've been had

I treat that bad woman good
Lord, I need a good woman bad
(Repeat 3 times)
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