Wish my man will start to love me,
He knows just how to love me,
In his arms, the world is at my feet.
Then he starts to daught me,
and he really daughts me,
my man's love is the Bittersweet.
When it's early in the morning,
he thrills me in the dawn and
anytime he tries, he so sweet.
Then comes to sundown,
and it's meanest comes down,
my man's love is the Bittersweet.
When I'm feeling low-down,
I tell myself I'll leave him,
why should I go on this way?
But even when I'm low-down,
I never can decieve him,
if I went away, he knows I couldn't stay.
Once, he brought me home some candy,
and everything was dandy,
just to have him home was a treat.
Then he called me 'honey',
and to call my money,
my man's love is the Bittersweet.
When I'm feeling low-down,
I tell myself I'll leave him,
why should I go on this way?
But even if I'm low-down,
I never can decieve him,
if I went away, he knows I wouldn't stay.
Once he brought me home some candy,
and everything was dandy,
just to have him home was a treat,
mmmmmhmmmm.
Then he called me honey,
and to call my money,
my man's love is the Bittersweet.

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