(Rose, K.J.)



She was just sixteen, she was so sweet and clean

She walked just like she know where she'd been.

She set my blood on fire, I said "Are you for hire?"

That's when she turned on me and screamed:



"That ain't no way to treat a lady,

That ain't no way to treat a lady."



She had a Southern smile, had a New York style,

I couldn't let her get away.

She was the girl of my dreams,

and because I was mean, I had to listen to her say



"That ain't no way to treat a lady,

That ain't no way to treat a lady."



I had to have her bad, but she left me mad;

that ain't the way it should be.

I'm gonna find that girl, take her around the world,

I'm gonna love her 'till she screams:



"That ain't no way to treat a lady,

That ain't no way to treat a lady."