My Woman
Bing Crosby / Irving Wallman / Max Martel
My woman is as mean as she can be
My woman, she makes a fool of me
Never treats me good
Don't know why I should love her
She's lying when she says: I love you
I know it, but what am I to do?
Though she makes me cry
I don't care for I love her
Once I laughed and loved for it all wrong
Then she came along like a new song
Now I sing a blue song
My woman
She has a heart of stone
Not human, but she must be my own
Till the day I die, I'll be loving my woman