Get Out of My Life

By  Robert Beard

Get out of my life, get out of my life

You know that you ain’t gonna ever treat me right

Get out of my life, get out of my life

I’m so sick and tired of listening to your promises and lies.

You’ve been going around telling people that I desire to be a star

And you ain’t gonna let me get that far

You say I came to you in search for a better life

Because things wasn’t so swell with my first wife.

You believe that I think that you really love me

When all the time there are many others above me

Money is all you really want from me

Outside of that you give less than a damn about me.

Get out of my life, get out of my life

You know that you ain’t gonna ever treat me right

Get out of my life, get out of my life

I am so sick and tired of listening to your promises and lies.

You got me where you want me, still you’re not satisfied

You’ve got the upper hand, to pick and choose, grant or deny

With your words you tell me, so you say

All the time I know where your true loyalties lay

You say that it is better to give than it is to receive

Only when it is you are the one that is in need

I know what you be doing when you are running the streets

You act like you don’t know me whenever we happen to meet.