Kickin' Child

(album: Bronx Blues: The Columbia Recordings (1962-1965) - 1991)

She's a kind of friend
She don't ask me where I'm going
She don't ask me where I've been
Oh she knows I can't be led
We live as two, getting two souls fed
Well she's a kicking child
Gee it's a cold 100, a little girl goes so wild

Well she don't want no lies
She don't change to daylight savings time, no she don't
She's satisfied just to be till we say goodbye
'Cause she's a kicking child
Gee it's a cold 100, a little girl goes so wild

Well you kind of women trying to get control of me
Trample me down like a wild rag queen
All that powder, perfume and paint
Makes me think you are what you ain't

My baby don't hop on me
Don't try to ruin a fool, she just leaves me be
Oh she does something to my heart
Well she's a rolling stone and tears me all apart
She's a kicking child
Gee it's a cold 100, a little girl goes so wild
With a smile, goes so wild

Well you kind of women trying to call you joy
By using your man for your whipping boy
I'm gonna tell you babies, there'll come a day
You're gonna run up a bill your head can't pay

My baby don't hop on me
She knows I'm here, she just leaves me be
Oh she does something to my heart
She's a rolling stone and tears me all apart
But he's a kicking child
Oh it's a cold 100, a little girl goes so wild
Yes she goes so wild, oh goes so wild