Lyrics:

Well all right, baby
I guess I know the score
You better get to packin
I dont want you around here anymore

You come home looking funky
Your clothes all in a mess
And your story wasnt fittin
Any better than your dress

Well all right, baby
Now I know the score
Well you better get to gettin
I dont want to see you around here anymore

(Guitar solo)

You came in one time too many
Lyin out both sides of your mouth
You said you was at your mothers
But I really got my doubts

I seen you at the Rainbow
Hangin out with Red
And if I get my hands on you, baby
Youre gonna wish that you were dead

Well all right, baby
Now I know the score
Well you better get to movin
I dont want you around here anymore

Youd better get to goin, baby
I done got into your game, baby
Uh huh, thought you was foolin me, huh?
Now I know, baby
I know better

Ill teach you not to cheat on me

Yeah, baby, comin at ya