Blackeye

Here come old Blackeye
He's looking for me again

He got a hard head
He's always stinkin' of gin

If he thinks he owns me (ooh)
He better think again
He likes to hurt me
He don't love me at all (yeah)
He never phones me
He's never there when I call

He's a low down dirty dog (ooh)
It's time I leave him, that's all
Bye-bye Blackeye

Well, he's a low down dirty dog (ooh)
I don't need him at all-oh (mm-hmm)

Hey bitch, what's up?

Where're you goin', Blackeye?
When will you win?
Say you still got your shoulder holster
You still packin' your little friend yeah, oh
Well, one thing for certain
Never gonna wipe that smile off my face again
Oh, yeah