Song Description

Electric Blues, with a great sax solo, about a bad woman.

Lyrics

Evil, Evil
by Patrick W. Carr

I come home in the evening
You've got all the lights turned out
I've got a bad feeling
That you're out messin' about

You are EVIL, EVIL
And you don't know how to treat a man
I wish there was something I could say
To make you understand
That I need a woman
Who knows how to treat a man

It seems like every time I get a paycheck
I have to pay the rent
Get a little money in my pocket, babe
And you've already got it spent

You are EVIL, EVIL
And you don't know how to treat a man
I wish there was something I could do
To make you understand
That I need a woman
Who knows how to treat a man

You know sometimes I get so lonely
I want to lie in my corner and cry
I want to make love to you darling
But you turn and ask me why

You are EVIL, EVIL
And you don't know how to treat a man
If I only had a minute's peace
I could make you understand
That I need a woman
Who knows how to treat a man

This could be the last time I'm telling you, darling
You'd better start treating me right
Show me some love and affection
Or I'm going to fade into the night

You are EVIL, EVIL
And you don't know how to treat a man
I wish there was something I could say
To make you understand
That I need a woman
Who knows how to treat a man
You don't know how to treat a man

© 2005 by PWCarr Music

Patrick Carr
303-469-2425
carrtunes@pwcarrmusic.com

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
		6/17/2010