This is what she said to you
Bust that woman up in her head
Pull out all that shit she said
You don’t want me after you
You don’t want me after you
She come up the road one night
Swinging a hammer in her hand
Said I’m looking for my man
You don’t want me after you
You don’t want me after you
Hell come over the banks today
Everything she owned floating away
She reach her hand up to the lord and say
You don’t want me after you
You don’t want me after you
Chorus:
Fist like iron cold like steel
Hate like a gasket bust its seal
You don’t want her after you
You don’t want her after you
- Chris Mansel
Monday, April 10, 2006
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