I don't want you to make my bread

I don't want you to rub my head
I don't want you woman don't rub my head
I just want to make
I can see by the way that you treat your man
I could love you baby till it's a cryin' shame
Love with you
I can know by the way that you baby talk
I just want to make
I just want to make

Well, I can tell by the way that you switch and walk
I don't want you 'cause I'm kind of
Sad and blue

Sad and blue

Love to you
I don't want you 'cause I'm kind of
Love to you
I don't want you 'cause I'm kind of
Sad and blue

Love with you
Love to you
Love with you

I don't want you to make my bed