It Ain't Right
by Walter Jacobs

You know it ain't right just to treat me this a way.
Well, you know it ain't right just to treat me this a way.
Well, you know, my baby, have you home one day.


You know it ain't right just to treat me like you do.
Well, you know it ain't right just to treat me like you do.
Well, you know, my baby, coming home to you.


You know it ain't right, baby, stay out all night long.
Well, you know it ain't right, baby, stay out all night long.
Well, you know, my baby, you done something wrong

It All Depends
by Eric Clapton

So you think you are something special;
I wonder why, baby, is that so?
Could admit, you are something special.
Won't you tell me, girl? I'd love to know.


Yes, I've seen you with your other girlfriends.
I can tell they really think you're fine.
And I've seen you with your other men friends.
They don't know if you're a love of mine.


It all depends on how you feel, baby.
I've got to know just how you feel, baby.
It all depends on how you feel, baby.
I've got to know just how you f

It All Depends
by Eric Clapton

So you think you are something special;
I wonder why, baby, is that so?
Could admit, you are something special.
Won't you tell me, girl? I'd love to know.


Yes, I've seen you with your other girlfriends.
I can tell they really think you're fine.
And I've seen you with your other men friends.
They don't know if you're a love of mine.


It all depends on how you feel, baby.
I've got to know just how you feel, baby.
It all depends on how you feel, baby.
I've got to know just how you f

It Hurts Me Too
by Elmore James

You said you was hurting,
Almost lost your mind,
And the man you love,
He hurts you all the time.


When things go wrong,
Go wrong with you,
It hurts me, too.


You love him more
When you should love him less.
I pick up behind him
And take his mess.


Chorus

He love another woman

It Hurts Me Too
by Elmore James

You said you was hurting,
Almost lost your mind,
And the man you love,
He hurts you all the time.


When things go wrong,
Go wrong with you,
It hurts me, too.


You love him more
When you should love him less.
I pick up behind him
And take his mess.


Chorus

He love another woman

It Hurts Me Too
by Elmore James

You said you was hurting,
Almost lost your mind,
And the man you love,
He hurts you all the time.


When things go wrong,
Go wrong with you,
It hurts me, too.


You love him more
When you should love him less.
I pick up behind him
And take his mess.


Chorus

He love another woman

It's In The Way That You Use It
by Eric Clapton and Peter Robertson

It's in the way that you use it,
It comes and it goes.
It's in the way that you use it,
Boy don't you know.


And if you lie you will lose it,
Feelings will show.
So don't you ever abuse it,
Don't let it go.


Nobody's right till somebody's wrong.
Nobody's weak till somebody's strong.
No one gets lucky till luck comes along.
Nobody's lonely till somebody's gone

It's In The Way That You Use It
by Eric Clapton and Peter Robertson

It's in the way that you use it,
It comes and it goes.
It's in the way that you use it,
Boy don't you know.


And if you lie you will lose it,
Feelings will show.
So don't you ever abuse it,
Don't let it go.


Nobody's right till somebody's wrong.
Nobody's weak till somebody's strong.
No one gets lucky till luck comes along.
Nobody's lonely till somebody's gone

It's In The Way That You Use It
by Eric Clapton and Peter Robertson

It's in the way that you use it,
It comes and it goes.
It's in the way that you use it,
Boy don't you know.


And if you lie you will lose it,
Feelings will show.
So don't you ever abuse it,
Don't let it go.


Nobody's right till somebody's wrong.
Nobody's weak till somebody's strong.
No one gets lucky till luck comes along.
Nobody's lonely till somebody's gone

It's Probably Me
by Sting, Michael Kamen and Eric Clapton

If the night turned cold and the stars looked down
And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground.
You wake the morning in a stranger's coat,
No one would you see.


You ask yourself, who'd watch for me?
My only friend, who could it be?
It's hard to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me.


When your belly's empty and the hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg and too dumb to steal,
You search the city for your only