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Millie Jackson

Genres: Jazz

A Little Taste Of Outside Love Lyrics - Millie Jackson

Hello, uh-oh, h-hi, baby 

No, I'm just sick and tired of this phone ringing all day long 

Everybody calling me with a bunch of problems 

My girlfriend done called me, she talking about leaving her old man 

He done called me, he upset 

But I damn can't sure blame her for being upset, boy 

Let me tell you what this idiot did 

 

He thought she was going shopping most of the day 

I guess she got back too soon for him, 'cause she saw the car when he pulled away 

Whatever that woman been putting on him 

Lord, it must've been mighty strong 

For that fool that had the nerve 

To bring some woman into their home 

He tried to tell her she was the Avon lady 

Who just happened by 

And she was selling some new perfume 

That she wanted his wife to try 

 

If stupidity was a crime 

Lord, he'd spent his life in jail 

He didn't even have enough common sense 

To take the woman to a motel, so she told him 

Put your rags in a brown paper bag 

Go on and hit the door 

(Go on) let the knob hit you in the back, Jack 

I don't ever wanna see you no more (let it hit you in the back, Jack) 

Ain't no use to looking pitiful 

Or trying to explain 

A little taste of outside love 

Has blown your whole thing, yes it has 

A little taste of outside love 

Has blown your whole thing 

 

She took him from the worst alley and tried to show him the light 

But you know what, you can comfort a snake 

But he's still gonna bite 

He leaned on her weakness, what really turned her on 

She should've put him out a little bit sooner 

But his love must've been too strong 

But even a dog will get tired if you keep on doing him wrong 

He won't even come to you if you offer him his favorite bone, so she told him 

Put your rags in a brown paper bag 

Go on and hit the door 

(Go on) let the knob hit you in the back, Jack 

'Cause I don't ever wanna see you no more (let it hit you in the back, Jack) 

So ain't no use to looking pitiful 

Or trying to explain 

A little taste of outside love 

Has blown your whole thing, yes it did 

A little taste of outside loving 

Has blown his whole thing 

(A little taste of outside love) a taste of outside loving 

Has blown his whole thing 

He blew it, baby (a little taste of outside love) 

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