You Don't Know Your Husband

You don’t know your husband like you think you do

Girl, I could tell you somethin’ about the man you’re married to

You don’t know where the hell he is when he’s not near you

You don’t know your husband

Well the last the time you caught him, I was sitting on his lap

He had his hand up under my sweater ruubbin’ on my back

He was lookin’ in my eyes, tellin’ you lies it was all I could take

You can bet I’m woman enough to tell it to your face…

You don’t know your husband like you think you do

Girl, I could tell you somethin’ about the man you’re married to

You don’t know where the hell he is when he’s not near you

You don’t know your husband, not the way I do

Well he tells me that he’s leaving you, then he tells me he’s gonna stay

Un-uh, girl, He’s gotta swear he wants us, honey, he can’t have it both days

Speaking of lies, he told me last night he was drinking at some bar

And I then found him in the backset with another woman in the backseat your car

You don’t know your husband like you think you do

Girl, I could tell you somethin’ about the man you’re married to

You don’t know where the hell he is when he’s not near you

You don’t know your husband, not the way I do

You don’t know your husband, not the way I do