Letra de The Score
Well all right, baby I guess I know the score You better get to packin' I don't want you around here anymoreYou come home looking funky Your clothes all in a mess And your story wasn't fittin' Any better than your dressWell all right, baby Now I know the score Well you better get to gettin' I don't want to see you around here anymore(Guitar solo)You came in one time too many Lyin' out both sides of your mouth You said you was at your mother's But I really got my doubtsI seen you at the Rainbow Hangin' out with Red And if I get my hands on you, baby You're gonna wish that you were deadWell all right, baby Now I know the score Well you better get to movin' I don't want you around here anymoreYou'd better get to goin', baby I done got into your game, baby Uh huh, thought you was foolin' me, huh? Now I know, baby I know betterI'll teach you not to cheat on meYeah, baby, comin' at 'ya