The Score Songtext
von Robert Cray

Well alright baby, I guess I know the score
You better get to packing
I don′t want you 'round here anymore
You come home looking funky
Your clothes all in a mess
And your story wasn′t fitting
Any better than your dress

Well alright baby, now I know the score
Well you better get to getting
I don't want to see you 'round here anymore


You came in one time too many
Lying out both sides of your mouth
Said you was at your mother′s
But I really got my doubts
I seen you at the Rainbow
Hanging out with Red
And if I get my hands on you baby
You′re gonna wish that you were dead

Well alright baby, now I know the score
Well you better get to moving
I don't want you ′round here anymore

You better get to going baby
I done got hip to your game now baby
Uh huh, thought you was fooling me huh?
I know baby, I know better
Teach you how to cheat on me
Yeah baby, come on now