Sure enough got tax in my shoes,
Well, the way she made love to me before she left,
don't trust her being on her own
You know she rolled me like she
rolled me like she rolled a flour dough
Well, I guess she had plans of never,
Now I've got tacks in my shoes,
Sure enough, y 'all, I've got tacks in my shoes,
cause my baby, she's gone
Well, I've got to find that woman
Don't trust a bean on her
Love like hers is so hard to find
A woman make love like her is
Cause every time she makes love to me,
you know it just blows my mind
A one track mind is all I have left
A one track mind is all I have left
I can't stand to think about this
woman being with no one else.
Well, I just don't trust that