my baby don t like my business my baby don t like my business you know she don t like my business my baby don t like my business now she take me out to a party then she act like she don t know me i don t know how we got it started some day i m gonna set her free she wakes me up in the mornin cold coffee and a crust of bread pillows fluffied up like a body i look over and there ain t no head well i go to work broken hearted she s down at the new dress shop i come home it s like a funeral parlor she wanna put me down in that box 