The Score - Robert Cray

Well all right, baby

I guess I know the score

You better get to packin'

I don’t want you around here anymore

You come home looking funky

Your clothes all in a mess

And your story wasn’t fittin'

Any better than your dress

Well all right, baby

Now I know the score

Well you better get to gettin'

I don’t 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 mother’s

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

You’re gonna wish that you were dead

Well all right, baby

Now I know the score

Well you better get to movin'

I don’t want you around here anymore

You’d 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

I’ll teach you not to cheat on me

Yeah, baby, comin' at 'ya