You Dont 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 not the way I do Well the last the time you called 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 ways 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