Playing On Me - Albert King

You oughta be out there somewhere girl, in Hollywood

The way you clown and pretend I make ya feel so good

I know you’re playing on me, yeah

I know you’re playing on me

You rub my back every morning

And, you put a little coffee in my cup

You look at the clock on the wall and say:

«Daddy, won’t you please hurry up»

I know you’re playing on me, hey, baby

I know you’re playing on me

And, when I leave, girl

Before the screen door slam

And then the phone ring

They tryna find out where I am

I know you’re playing on me, hey, baby

I know you’re playing on me

Wooo

Yeah

I know it

I call you up at lunchtime, you know you’re always gone

And when I come home at night, you’re too tired to turn me on

I know you’re playing on me

Little girl, I know you’re playing on me

As long as you keep it outta my face, where I can’t see

Don’t ever think for one minute you’re making a fool out of me

I know you’re playing on me, hey, baby

I know you’re playing on me

Don’t think I’m so hung up on ya I have to do the things I do

There’s women jump over a brick wall to get half of what I give to you

I know you’re playing on me

Oh baby, you’re playing on me

Wooo, get out of here