And you might hear something that sound like this
It's my own fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
It's my own fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
Yes, when you were loving me, baby
At that time, little girl, I didn't love you
She used to make her own pay checks
And bring them all home to me
I would go out on the hillside, you know
And make every woman look I see
It's my own fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
Oh yes, when you were loving me, woman
At that time, little girl, I didn't love you
She said she was gonna leave me
She'd been running around with the boys
She said she was gonna leave me
Gonna be over in Illinois
And it's my own fault, baby
Treat me the way you wanna do
Oh, when you were loving me, woman
At that time, little girl, I didn't love you (what you say?)
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen
Thank you, thank you