There's something 'bout your manner
That makes it hard to see
Just how you take advantage of a working girl like me
I've seen you set 'em up
And I've seen you take 'em down
Our love is legal tender for your kind to pass around
Don't want your bed of roses
Don't want no handful of thorns
Don't want to be your living doll
Don't want to be no woman scorned
I don't want to watch you turn the page
When our chapter closes
No I'm not gonna lay me down in your bed of roses
I've tasted good and bad love in the honky tonks and bars