ladies let you tell you 'bout my man
I will never take him shopping again
Those moments I wish he was gay
Look at that boy at the doorway
He trails me like a slave
Like he's dragging a ball and chain
He's the rain falling on my day
And the storm in my head
Today I'm gonna shop away
It's gonna be my day
Without a man who complains

I hate it when he's tagging along
Telling me what's wrong with this one
And he picked out a short yellow skirt 
Baby I'm not a 20 year old flirt 
He trails me like a slave
Like he's dragging a ball and chain
He's the rain falling on my day
And the storm in my head
Today I'm gonna shop away
It's gonna be my day
Without a man who complains
Today I'm gonna wander the way
Through every street of this city
Without a man who complains all day

This is my therapy
Wandering through the streets
Looking through every window without you behind my back

Today I'm gonna shop away
It's gonna be my day
Without a man who complains
Today I'm gonna wander the way
Through every street of this city
Without a man who complains all day