You Don't Love Me

You don't love me, baby; you don't love me this I know
If you leave me, baby, I won't have no place to go
I'm gonna tell my mother; I'm gonna talk to my father,
too
Lord, I gotta tell my old man what these young girls
will do to you
Goodbye now, pretty baby, if I never see you no more
Lord, you think I'm a fool, you better be on your
merry way