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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Womack
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Womack
Composer
Patrick Moten
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Womack
Producer
Patrick Moten
Producer
Lyrics
Answer that phone
She's gotta be there, all the clubs are closed
Who is this?
Ay, ay, ay, ay, baby, it's me
Don't you know what time it is? (Look, I wanna talk to you)
I have to get up in the morning and go to work
Call me back tomorrow night
Damn, that's cold
Hmm, I feel like I wanna talk a while
I wanna make it alright
Mhmm, let me sing my song
Check it out
Life is so amazing
Funny how time bring 'bout change
And just to think that you swore you loved me, baby
Now you givin' that thing to another man
I don't understand it, girl
How could you break my heart?
How could you break my heart? (Just to build me up just to let me down)
Mean what you said from the start (hey, baby)
How could you break my heart? (Oh you hurt me, girl)
How could you break my heart?
If you mean what you said from the start
Baby, I feel like I wanna get down
Even though, even though that you're not around
Please, let me explain myself
Oh
Even in the daytime
Somethings should never, never, never, change, but they always do
I'm even going along with the latest dances
But I think true love, true love still remains the same
Lookin' back on my yesterdays
True love didn't go that away, I can remember it well, now
Once you said you love somebody
That vow, you couldn't dare to break
I don't understand it, that's what you've done
How could you break my heart? How could you break my heart
How could you break my heart? If you mean what you said from the start
How could you break my heart? How could you break my heart
How could you break my heart? If you mean what you said from the start
I feel like I'm gonna get down
See, it wasn't no big thing to me, no way
See, I've had a whole lot of women around, you know
I mean, a whole lots of springs around
I can think of a few things
That I wouldn't mind being between (she did too)
But, oh, after the three minute spell
It's like Jack and Jill
Goin' over the hill, now, now, now, now
Now, how long we've been together
Hey, girl, you let me down
What made it so bad
Naw, naw, naw
Pick my guitar, help yourself
Writer(s): Bobby Womack, Patrick L Moten
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