Wait a Minute

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa…
Wait a minute
Let me understand
While I’m sitting here
Holding your hand
You’re telling me About the boy next door
Telling me that he Can offer you more
What a nerve, what a case
Better put her in her place
Wait just a minute
You know that won’t get it If that’s the way your love will be You might as well forget it Am I correct in Hearing what you say
That you would rather
Be with him instead
You said that you could
Travel with him far
Say he’s got a Brand new Cadillac car
Well, what you mean, is that so Better let that woman go I don’t go for
All the crazy noise
About you dating
All those other boys
If I’m gonna be Your only one
I’m not waiting
'Til your fun is done
You’re a riot and you’re tough
Honey, cut out all that stuff
I’m gonna tell you
For the very last time
If I’m yours
You better be mine
When I come home
About a quarter to four
Don’t wanna hear the
Slamming of the back door
You’re bad and so wild
Stop messing with me, child
You might as well forget it Why, you can just go on And forget about the
Whole cotton picking affair
I get so tired of you…