Two Timin' Mama, you ain't doin' me right
Won't you cool down your engine and be mine tonight.
If you can't stop your cheatin', I ain't hangin' 'round
Two Timin' Mama you're drivin' me right on down.
| Well you call me in the mornin' and tell me you're mine | |
| Then in the evenin' I come home and I find | |
| You're with another man and I'm second in line. | |
| Take it easy mama, get your feet on the ground | |
| Stop all your nymphianic foolin' around | |
| Two Timin' Mama, you're drivin' me right on down |
Two Timin' Mama, what's wrong with you,
That you need so much lovin' like you seem to do?
Quit stokin' that engine with any fuel in town
Two Timin' Mama, you're drivin' me right on down
| (Retrun to Chorus) |