Night is bright little one, you fool Haven't you a clue? My man doesn't love you He just does what he's paid to. Not the first one at our door, Coming back for more Of something that you thought was real Something he didn't feel Run back home, you don't know my ride Honey, won't you do the math? One and one don't make three I can make one grieve Understand my reprimand Don't wait for him Don't wait for him I'm so tired of his young admirers Cope, empty bed, losin' my head Put my hair up, get my gun You better go now, you better run Keep my cool, I thought I was You better go now, you better run