Here come old Blackeye
He's looking for me again
He got a hard head
He's always stinkin' of gin
If he thinks he owns me (ooh)
He better think again
He likes to hurt me
He don't love me at all (yeah)
He never phones me
He's never there when I call
He's a low down dirty dog (ooh)
It's time I leave him, that's all
Bye-bye Blackeye
Well, he's a low down dirty dog (ooh)
I don't need him at all-oh (mm-hmm)
Hey bitch, what's up?
Where're you goin', Blackeye?
When will you win?
Say you still got your shoulder holster
You still packin' your little friend yeah, oh
Well, one thing for certain
Never gonna wipe that smile off my face again
Oh, yeah
