Lyrics

Oh Carrie Beasley
Thank God I don’t have to be to your man
Oh you got a mean streak
You get to winding up and don’t know where it’s gon land
You ought not treat me like you treat me
Carrie Beasley

Face like your momma
Hands like your daddy
Before I even got up you knew that you could have me
Make your own money
Got your own friends
Tarot lady told me how it’s gonna end

Carrie Beasley
Thank God I don’t have to be to your man
You ought not treat me like you treat me
Carrie Beasley

First it was a preacher then it was a judge
But dammit uncle Jimmy was a man too much
I found another baby
I'm giving her a whirl
You can’t hurt me anymore
Cause she’s a big ol girl

Hey Carrie Beasley
Thank God I don’t have to be to your man
You ought not treat me like you treat me
Carrie Beasley

Oh Carrie Beasley
Thank God I don’t have to be to your man
Oh you got a mean streak
You get to winding up and don’t know where it's gon' land
You ought not treat me like you treat me
You ought not treat me like you treat me
Oooh Carrie Beasley