Love stinks chords by Millie Jackson

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Verse 1
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And I'm also,
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I like to say that shit
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because everybody thinks
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that's the way it should be.
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I lie   my ass   off to sell records.
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But the truth of the matter is,
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and we all admit it, love stinks. It does.
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I mean, some of us have made it through it
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and put up with a lot of bullshit
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for a lot years so we ain't getting that.
But the truth of the matter
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is love stinks.
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I don't know why anybody
in that right mind
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would want to fall in    love.
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It creates problems.
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Anybody in love,
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first thing you want to know
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at six o 'clock every afternoon,
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where the fuck is he?
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Who is he with?
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What are they  doing?
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If you came home years ago and said,
Well, baby,
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I was just hanging out with the fellas,
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You know, me and the boys,
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We'd be so happy.
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Motherfucker come home
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and say that now,
You really got a problem.
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Love stinks.
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God forbid if you hit one of them bitches that thank
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you really got it made he come home every day
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never later than 6 o 5
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he gonna be there on    time
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no problem do you real
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ize how boring it is
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living with a predictable mother
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knowing
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what he gonna do
when he go do it
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how   he go do it
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and how long he gonna do it,
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then your ass   is really in trouble.
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Lord, thank s.
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I'm gonna bring up another
thing here right now
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to really show you I'm not bullshit.
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Once you get my age,
I know some of you bitches
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out there go like,
ain't nobody in here my
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age   of course.
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But, you bitches my age,
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you know who you are.
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It's something about your
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bladder
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between the hours of 12
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and seven.
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It's like clockwork.
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You gon' wake up out of a dead sleep
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cause you gotta pee.
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Oh, you gon' do that.
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Without failure,
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I don't give a shit
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what time you went to bed.
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you gon' get up and go pee.
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But we gotta die   into a science.
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We can get up, go to the bathroom,
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take our pee, wipe  our ass,
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go back to bed still asleep.
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Unless... you got a man in bed
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waiting on you.
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Then  when you get in the toilet,
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you gon' definitely wake up
cause this motherfucker done
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left the seat up
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and you gon' fall in it.
I've never understood it,
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why do you men have to lift the
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toilet seat?
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Respect what?
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We don't lift the seat,
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y 'all should be able  to find a hole
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better than we do,
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you got a pointer.
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You find little holes than that?
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I don't understand it.
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When I was married, I found a situation,
I found out how to solve the problem.
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I used to cut up my wigs
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an d put a hair out of it,
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he'd a motherfucker there.
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A man would find any hole,
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no matter how little it is,
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if it got hair out of it.
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You know what else I find
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is the reason that love stinks?
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We    as mothers for some reason
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have failed our male children.
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I mean, I have a son
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and I see it coming right now.
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For some  reason we have not been
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able to teach our male children
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how to wipe their ass.
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I don't give a damn how good he look,
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how dressed and how fine he is.
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His gold  chains, his tuxedos,
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his whatever.
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This motherfucker got skin
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marks in his drawers.
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And we're supposed to have the privilege
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of whisking this shit.
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I  mean, this is an honor here.
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Love stinks.
For some reason,
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y just can't find your asshole.
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I don't know.
Y have paper everywhere
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and you just miss it.
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Love literally stinks
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However, we need it
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And  I keep holdin' on
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Sometime I have to use a little light song
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Lots  of whiskey
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Look late
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But I keep holding on
To my imitation
Just love
Love
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