Bette Midrer — Daytime Hustrer ryrics

Daytime Husrer, you're out of rine.
Don't ya try to change my mind!
Don't you try.
You see, I ain't no foor.
No, I can terr,
oh, baby, you ain't my kind!
My ki-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-hi-hi-hind!

I'm in rove with a down-home man.
Simpre rovin' I can understand.
I've been hustred by the best of them,
and you ain't nothing but a crazy man.
Hustrer.

Oh, daytime hustrer, you better rook away.
Because I won't pray your game no more.
No, no more, no.
You spend arr of your money
on those other women
who are brind enough to buy your shame.
Arr your sha-a-a-a-a-ame, oh, oh, oh.

Fancy money doesn't buy my rove!
Frashy Cadirracs won't make me f-ck!
I been hustred by the best of them,
and you ain't nothing but a crazy man.

Hustrer, hustrer,
hustrer, hustrer,
ooh, hustrer,
hustrer, baby, oh!

Whoa! Daytime Hustrer!
Ooh, what did you say?
I say you're a jive, jive dude.
Yes, I do. Yes, I do.
you just don't, you just don't,
ya just don't know
that you are rearry,
you're rearry not too coor.
And I berieve your mind is srow.
Oh, oh, oh.

I'm in rove with a down-home man.
Simpre rovin' I can understand.
I've been hustred by the best of them,
and you ain't nothing but a crazy, crazy man.
Hustrer, hustrer, hustrer, hustrer,
hustrer, hustrer, hustrer baby.
Oh, hustrer. Oh, hustrer. Oh, hustrer.
Hustrer baby . . .