"Well, my baby collects my paycheck She's spending free and wise She got in a new place lately, she treats me like a child But baby, that will never do If that's the way you gonna treat me, baby You might as well say we're through It's got to a place lately I can't tell her what to do She will shake a finger in my face And say, 'I'm working just like you' But baby, that will never do If that's the way you gonna treat me, baby You might as well say we're through Well, the woman is so jealous, she don't want me to go to work Now she raise all my sins Whenever we go to church Well, listen, baby, that will never do If that's the way you gonna treat me, baby You might as well say we're through Well, baby, that will never do Well, baby, that will never do If that's the way you gonna be You might as well say we're through"