Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa....
Wait a minute
Let me understand
While I'm sitting here
Holding your hand
You're telling me
About the boy next door
Telling me that he
Can offer you more
What a nerve, what a case
Better put her in her place
[CHORUS]
Wait just a minute
You know that won't get it
If that's the way your love will be
You might as well forget it
Am I correct in
Hearing what you say
That you would rather
Be with him instead
You said that you could
Travel with him far
Say he's got a
Brand new Cadillac car
Well, what you mean, is that so
Better let that woman go
[repeat CHORUS]
I don't go for
All the crazy noise
About you dating
All those other boys
If I'm gonna be
Your only one
I'm not waiting
'Til your fun is done
You're a riot and you're tough
Honey, cut out all that stuff
[repeat CHORUS]
I'm gonna tell you
For the very last time
If I'm yours
You better be mine
When I come home
About a quarter to four
Don't wanna hear the
Slamming of the back door
You're bad and so wild
Stop messing with me, child
[repeat CHORUS]
You might as well forget it
Why, you can just go on
And forget about the
Whole cotton picking affair
I get so tired of you.....
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa....
Wait a minute
Let me understand
While I'm sitting here
Holding your hand
You're telling me
About the boy next door
Telling me that he
Can offer you more
What a nerve, what a case
Better put her in her place
[CHORUS]
Wait just a minute
You know that won't get it
If that's the way your love will be
You might as well forget it
Am I correct in
Hearing what you say
That you would rather
Be with him instead
You said that you could
Travel with him far
Say he's got a
Brand new Cadillac car
Well, what you mean, is that so
Better let that woman go
[repeat CHORUS]
I don't go for
All the crazy noise
About you dating
All those other boys
If I'm gonna be
Your only one
I'm not waiting
'Til your fun is done
You're a riot and you're tough
Honey, cut out all that stuff
[repeat CHORUS]
I'm gonna tell you
For the very last time
If I'm yours
You better be mine
When I come home
About a quarter to four
Don't wanna hear the
Slamming of the back door
You're bad and so wild
Stop messing with me, child
[repeat CHORUS]
You might as well forget it
Why, you can just go on
And forget about the
Whole cotton picking affair
I get so tired of you.....