Girl you must be stone crazy Either you're going to lose your mind Yes I said baby you must be stone crazy Either you're going to lose your mind Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so dirty baby You must think my little heart is made of iron Lord as I sit here in my dark room Tears rolling down from my eyes Yes I sit, I sit here in my dark room Tears rolling all down from my eyes Yes you know my little baby looked at me and said daddy Ooh, God knows you're the hurted child Oh yeah Somebody come and get me Yes I think I'm going back down south People where the weather suits my clothes Yes I said I'm going back down south People where the weather suits my clothes Yes you know playing around in this big city so long man Ooh, 'til...