You Don't Mess Around With Me

(albüm: Waymore's Blues (Part II) - 1994)

I blew in from Texas
And you don't know who I am
Most of you could care less
And the rest don't give a damn
But you might take special notice
When you take a look at me
I'm everything you've ever been
And ever want to be

My game is the winner take all
I live on the edges
So i'm subject to a fall
I ain't never been a loser
I ain't never gonna be
I'm like running in a ringer
You don't mess around with me

I've got money in my pocket
I've got money in the bank
If I look like a poor boy
I've got much more than you think
I got a woman on my right arm
Woman on my left
When it comes to women,Lord
I just can't help myself

I know it's not the right thing to do
But I could never change
Even if I wanted to
So if you are a lady
Anf if you always want to be
I'm a living loving legend
You don't mess around with me

She's got honey dripping off her lips
So good you can taste
A walking aphrodisiac
Too damn good to waste
Prancing like a thoroughbred
Out to win the race
It don't matter how good looking
Or how good she may be
There's just one foregone conclusion
You don't mess around with me