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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Black
DJ Black
Guitar
Dorothy Martin
Dorothy Martin
Vocals
Gregg Cash
Gregg Cash
Bass Guitar
Zac Morris
Zac Morris
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Scott
Ian Scott
Songwriter
Mark Jackson
Mark Jackson
Songwriter
Dorothy Martin
Dorothy Martin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Scott
Ian Scott
Producer
Mark Jackson
Mark Jackson
Producer

Lyrics

You can lie to my face You can tear me apart Steal my last cigarette Keep on twistin' my heart But baby there's one thing One thing I can't stand Don't call me a Don't call me a Don't call me a woman 'Cause the good times have gone bad Don't call me a woman Ooooh, 'til you act like a man You can drink from my bottle You can take all I got Mmmm Like a theif in the darkness Get light in my thoughts But baby there's one thing One thing I can't stand Don't call me a Don't call me a Don't call me a woman 'Cause the good times have gone bad Don't call me a woman Ooooh, 'til you act like a man Don't call me a woman Ooooh, 'til you act like a man Don't call me a Don't call me a woman Ooooh 'cause the good times have gone bad Ooooh don't call me a woman Ooooh, 'til you act like a man Don't call me a woman Ooooh,'til you act like a man
Writer(s): Mark A. Jackson, Ian Brendon Scott, Dorothy Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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