Sometimes you make me so doggone mad
You know I gotta cut you out
Girl, you take the most trivial thing
To rant and rave about
It wouldn't be nothing but a bald-faced lie
To say you're a pretty, young child
You ain't got no money, so tell me, honey
Why you drive me wild

What you got
To make me want you
Oh, baby, what you got
I wanna know, baby
What you got

I thought I was meaner when I met you
Now I must be a saint
If you miss a chance to put me down
Lord, I think I'll faint
Sometimes you get me so frustrated
I walk out and slam the door
I leave you, hurtin', you know for certain
I'll be back for more

What you got
To make me want you
Oh, baby, what you got
I wanna know, baby
What you got

Well, every stitch of clothes that you've got on
Was bought with my hard-earned bread
If I'd have been smart, I'd have taken my money
And put it on a horse instead
The lovin' you give me don't amount to much
But I'm a glutton for misery
I couldn't make it, if you'd ever take it
From anyone but me

What you got
To make me want you
Oh, baby, what you got
I wanna know, baby
What you got
I wanna know, baby
What you got
I wanna know, baby
What you got

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