Baby, sometimes you treat me good
Sometimes you treat me bad
Sometimes you make me happy
Sometimes you make me sad
But you do me wrong, baby
You treat me like a child
Well if you don't get yourself together
I'm gonna have to cramp your style
Baby, sometimes you make me smile
Sometimes you make me cry
Sometimes you treat me like an old worn out shoe
I don't even understand why
But you do me wrong, baby
And you treat me like a child
Well if you don't get yourself together
I'm gonna have to cramp your style
I said if you don't get yourself together
I'm gonna have to cramp your style

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