Janice Harrington - Mud in His Face

I have bad luck picking my men, I try to be careful but i never can win.
What seems like a winner turns into a dud, romance goes out the window, now I'm going to rub.
Mud in his face for a bad trip, mud in his face was i beaten with a whip.
Mud in his face i think i must have slipped. Up some how again! Again!
I feel so cheap i know i was used, the question should be ,who used who?
We took it to the limit with no plan in sight, but he messed with my feelings now I'm gong to fight and rub.
Mud in his face for a bad trip. Mud in his face was I beaten with a whip. Mud in his face I think I must have slipped. Up somehow again. Again!
Strutting like a peacock notching his belt, with not much regard for nobody else.
He thinks it's so easy, as he looking for the sings, he better careful or he's gonna find.
Mud in his face for a bad trip. Mud in his face was I beaten with a whip. Mud in his face I think I must have slipped. Up somehow again. Again!

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