A friend of mine, he said to me

A skinny girl is a misery

I shook my head because I knew he couldn't be right

But that's when I thought back to just last night.



When I got home, it was maybe a little late

There was ne're a crumb or ne're a plate

There was no martini, no glass of grape

But it was there I sought to contemplate.



Some things, my baby don't tolerate

My baby don't tolerate

My baby don't tolerate from me.



I said hello honey, how have you been

She said what could you possibly have been doin' until half past then

And not bein completely unsensitive

I could tell my ship had run aground

'Cause when I puckered up you know she, puckered down.



Some things, my baby don't tolerate

My baby don't tolerate

My baby don't tolerate from me.



Now a small and more ordinary man might not appreciate

The guidance of a good woman who truly loves him

He might drft in despair after the ingnorat

Dumb doins' of his dirty daily existance.



That's not me, no, yessiree

I'm proof that true love will set you free.

Yes, some things my baby don't tolerate

My baby don't tolerate

My baby don't tolerate from me...