Robert Cray - The Score lyrics

Well all right, baby I guess I know the score You better get to packin' I don't want you around here anymore You come home looking funky Your clothes all in a mess And your story wasn't fittin' Any better than your dress Well all right, baby Now I know the score Well you better get to gettin' I don't want to see you around here anymore (Guitar solo) You came in one time too many Lyin' out both sides of your mouth You said you was at your mother's But I really got my doubts I seen you at the Rainbow Hangin' out with Red And if I get my hands on you, baby You're gonna wish that you were dead Well all right, baby Now I know the score Well you better get to movin' I don't want you around here anymore You'd better get to goin', baby I done got into your game, baby Uh huh, thought you was foolin' me, huh? Now I know, baby I know better I'll teach you not to cheat on me Yeah, baby, comin' at 'ya