What Kind of Man

Your shady ways

You kept behind smoke

Leading me on

The punchline to your joke

The you put me out

Out on the street

Too drunk to stand

On your own two feet

Tell me

What kind of man

What kind of man does that

You told your friends

I was the best thing around

Could’ve fooled me

The way you pushed me down

Kept me so low

Watched me swallow dirt

It’s a damn good thing I know how to drink

So I could act like it didn’t hurt

Tell me

What kind of man

What kind of man does that

What kind of man

What kind of man does that

You took my peaches when you were

Sweet like cream

Then something curdled and you acted so damn mean

When my momma called me you would

Hang up the phone, say

If it ain’t me, babe,

You better act like you ain’t home

Treat me like a fool

While you’re out running ‘round

Said it’s your brother knocking those

Back doors down

So when I packed up my things

And walked out the front door

You came crawling back to me

Said you won’t do that shit no more

Tell me

What kind of man

What kind of man does that

What kind of man

What kind of man does that

What kind of man

What kind of man does that