The Private Dicks Band - She Just Won't Pay Her Way

She just won't pay her way so what more can I say
My cash don't stand a chance in this highly over-priced romance
I just love it when she calls me her Honey
But she won't spend none of her money
That ain't right that ain't right

I took her to the city to buy her a classy dress
It was the bag and the matching shoes that caused me some distress
But I didn't cause a scene though I could hear my credit card scream
That ain't right No No that ain't right

I said Come on Honey you just gotta stop it
Take out your purse and put your hand in your pocket
I ask you for cash and I hear you grown
What's yours is mine and what's mine's my own

Just the other night I took a ride out to a bar
She got steaming drunk so I had to drive the car
I was mad I slammed it into reverse
But she still wouldn't open her purse
That ain't right that ain't right

She just won't pay her way so what more can I say
My cash didn't stand a chance in this highly over-priced romance
I just love it when she calls me her Honey
But she won't spend none of her money
That ain't right that ain't right

Written by:
Chris Mcparland, Peter Cooke

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