Give Me Back My Dynamite - Doris Troy

Every time that I see you

You keep coming on strong

With your hand in my pocket

When you know that it’s wrong

My baby, come on, baby

Give me back my dynamite, back now

Come on, baby, yeah, come on, baby

Give me back my dynamite, alright

I know you don’t need it

To pay for your dues

Or pay for your women too

Oh, yeah, baby, whoa

Listen to me, baby

I’m so tired, so tired of your messing around, yeah

I said, listen to me, baby

I’m so tired, so tired of your messing around, oh, yes, I am

Now why should I fight you

To leave what is mine

Believing the path

Really, really mine, yes, I am

Every time I don’t see you

Things keep working out fine

But the moment you’re near me

You just mess up my mind, oh, whoa, my baby, my baby

My, my, my baby, my baby

Baby, baby, give me back my dynamite, oh, yeah

Give it back to me, I want it back, want it back

Yeah, yeah, give me back my dynamite

Give me back, give it back to me

Oh, I want it, I need it, I want it, I want it

Give me back my dynamite, my dynamite, oh, yeah

Give it back to me, oh, I want it, I need it right now