LYRIC
You can have my husband
But please don't mess with my man (R)
I'm tellin all you girls
I want you all to understand
Well the money my husband made
Was for red beans and rice
My man cooks me steaks
Now ain't that nice
Well when I was with my husband
He was really mean
But now with my man
He treats me like a queen
Well, my man he's little
And he looks like a frog
But when he starts to love me
I holler, ooh, hot dog
Don't mess with him, guitar
He's mine
Better don't wait girl, guitar
And I ain't lyin
You can have my husband
But please don't mess with my man.
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