Is That Right?

She's always griping at me `bout things we ain't got
And riding on me sideways `bout everything I'm not
I say, "You should be talking to me baby real sweet and nice"
She just look at me real cold and say, "Is that right?"

She criticize my friends every chance she get
Tongue just like a razor, never let me rest
I say, "I'm outta here come midnight tonight"
She just look at me real cold and say, "Is that right?"

When judgment comes she'll have a long, hard pray
Saint Peter read off all her sins I know what she will say
"If you'll forgive me Petey I promise I'll be nice"
I hope he just look at her real cold and say, "Is that right?"


© Richard Helm