My Woman

Oh, my woman is as mean as she can be My woman, she makes a fool of me Never treats me good, don't know why I should love her She's lying when she says, I love you I know it, but what am I to do? Though she makes me cry, I don't care, for I love her Once I laughed and loved for it all wrong Then she came along like a new song Now I sing a blue song My woman, she has a heart of stone Not human, but she must be my own Till the day I die, I'll be loving my woman