Billie holiday



I love my man

On my life i say i don't



I love my man

On my life i say i don't



But i'll quit my man

On my life i say i won't

I've been your slave baby

Ever since i've been your way

I've been your slave

Ever since i've been your faith

But before i be your dog

I'll see you in your grave



My man wouldn't give me no breakfast

Wouldn't give me no dinner

Squacked about my supper

Then he put me outdoors

Heaven erred to late

A matchbox on my clothes

I didn't have so many

But i had a long long ways to go



I ain't good looking

And my hair ain't curls

I ain't good looking

And my hair ain't curls



But my mother she give me something

It's going to carry me through this world

Some man like me 'cuz i'm happy

Some 'cuz i'm snappy

Some call me honey

Others think i've got money

Some say billie

Baby you're built for speed

Now if you put that altogether

Makes me everything a good man needs