dying Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Now Arlene took a-me by my hand, she said "Lonesome George you don't understand, who do you love
, do somethin' absurd with your dame I used to love this girl who loved shoppin' and smokin' herb But my job was to hustle 'dro Now an artist of the spoken
you's a ho But that ain't what the lord God made you to be I need you to see you're black and you're free Chorus Chorus Chorus
one who always makes you smile Girl he never understood what you were worth, hmm no And he never took the time to make it work (You deserve more loving
