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Stiletto heels and a push-up bra,

Hair piled high, bleached and toned and all…

That’s the way you used to shuffle around,

But you ain’t been much since your man went to town.

Who’s that a’ worrin’ bout them wrinkles and lines?

Is that the same broad who fell for all his lines?

Well, since he left you all you do is frown.

No, you ain’t done much since your man went to town. 

You could’a picked a man who would’a cherished you

Once upon a time when love was fresh and new,

But you picked the one who was known all around.

Now,  you ain’t known much since your man went to town.

(Interlude)

You could’a picked a man who would’a cherished you

Once upon a time when love was fresh and new,

But you picked the one who was known all around.

Now, you ain’t been much since your man went to town.

Whatcha gonna do when the rage runs high,

When the last tear falls cause the well has dried?

Whatcha gonna do when the sun goes down,

Cause you ain't slept much since your man went to town. 

What’cha gotta to do to make it right

Is take your piece out of your purse, it’s a Saturday night.

What’cha gotta do is shoot him down,

‘Cause you cry too much since your man went to town.