what thought are running through your young head honey don t you wish i was dead i know you do you re gunna learn cos i m your main source i ain t no measured mile i can make you run my course you better act sweet don t cha treat me like dirt you re bout to get it darlin for all that you re worth if i have to scream till my voice gets hoarse i ll take no back talk lord you ll run my course and in the night i ll make you suffer all your days are gunna rain when you think you ve felt the misery i ll make you lonley just the same you better act sweet don t cha treat me like dirt you re bout to get it darlin for all that you re worth if i have to scream till my voice gets hoarse i ll take no back talk lord you ll run my course