Carlos Santana - Evil Ways
You've got to change your evil ways, baby
Before I start lovin' you.
You've got to change, baby
And every word that I say is true
You've got me runnin, and hidin, all over town,
You've got me sneakin, and peekin',
And runnin' around, this can't go on...
Lord knows you've got to change, baby...baby
When I come home, baby
My house is dark and my pots are cold,
You hang around, baby...
With Jean and Joan and who knows who,
I'm getting tired, of waiting, and fooling around,
I'll find somebody, that won't make, me feel like a clown,
This can't go on...lord knows you've got to change.
When I come home, baby,
My house is dark and my pots are cold,
You hang around, baby
With Jean and Joan and a who knows who.
I'm getting tired, of waiting, and fooling around,
I'll find somebody, that won't make, me feel like a clown,
This can't go on...yeah yeah yeah...
You've got to change your evil ways, baby
Before I start lovin' you.
You've got to change, baby
And every word that I say is true
You've got me runnin, and hidin, all over town,
You've got me sneakin, and peekin',
And runnin' around, this can't go on...
Lord knows you've got to change, baby...baby
When I come home, baby
My house is dark and my pots are cold,
You hang around, baby...
With Jean and Joan and who knows who,
I'm getting tired, of waiting, and fooling around,
I'll find somebody, that won't make, me feel like a clown,
This can't go on...lord knows you've got to change.
When I come home, baby,
My house is dark and my pots are cold,
You hang around, baby
With Jean and Joan and a who knows who.
I'm getting tired, of waiting, and fooling around,
I'll find somebody, that won't make, me feel like a clown,
This can't go on...yeah yeah yeah...