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Texty: Billie Holiday. I Must Have That Man.

Don't want my manny, I don't need a friend
My heart is broken, it won't ever mend
I ain't much carin' just where I will end
I must have that man

I'm like an oven that's cryin' for heat
He treats me awful each time that we meet
It's just unlawful how that boy can cheat
But I must have that man

He's hot as Hades
A lady's not safe in his arms
When she's kissed

But I'm afraid that he's cooled off
And maybe I'm ruled off his list
I'll never be missed

I need that person much worse an' just bad
I'm half alive and it's drivin' me mad
He's only human if he's to be had
I must have that man