What thought are running through your young head

Honey don't you wish I was dead I know you do

You're gunna learn cos I'm your main source

I ain't no measured mile I can make you run my course



You better act sweet don't 'cha treat me like dirt

You're 'bout to get it darlin' for all that you're worth

If I have to scream 'till my voice gets hoarse

I'll take no back talk lord! you'll run my course



And in the night I'll make you suffer

All your days are gunna rain

When you think You've felt the misery

I'll make you lonley just the same



You better act sweet don't 'cha treat me like dirt

You're 'bout to get it darlin' for all that you're worth

If I have to scream 'till my voice gets hoarse

I'll take no back talk lord! you'll run my course