Your Thins Is A Drag

And ain't no need to ask me, baby,
About what time I'm coming home.
And ain't no need to ask me, baby,
About when and where I roam.
And ain't no need to wonder why
I like to come home late.
You know I'll never do you wrong, baby,
But you'll have to contemplate.

Well, I know you think you got your own thing.
I know you think you got your own bag.
But believe me, baby, when I tell you
Your thing is a drag. 2x

When we're at the party, baby,
You're always asking when we're gonna go.
Now didn't you hear me when I told you, baby,
Ah, we were stayin' for the whole show.
And when I'm singing at the club,
Son, you never wanna come.
Hey, and when you come, you're always askin' me, child,
Baby, when we're gonna be done?

Well, I know you think you got your own thing.
I know you think you got your own bag.
But believe me, baby, when I tell you
Your thing is a drag. 2x

You're always getting wound up.
When you shoot, you lose.
When the rest of us are drinkin' and smokin'
Aw, you're sittin' at the bar and you're ordering juice.
Well, you're always whinin' and whinin'
About the time that I don't make.
But when I try to make it good to you, well,
Seems the time that you're head starts achin'.

Well, I know you think you got your own thing.
I know you think you got your own bag.
But believe me, baby, when I tell you
Your thing is a drag. 2x
You know your thing is a drag. 2x
All right, your thing is a drag.
You know your thing is a drag.



Credits
Writer(s): Bosco Mann, Sharon Jones
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