That's Wrong Little Mama - B.B. King

When you fight with your lover

She takes you for a fool

She don’t care how she hurts you

Long as she’s doing what she choose

That’s wrong little mama

That’s wrong little mama

That’s wrong little mama

That ain’t the way to do

When you work each day

Stay at home every night

She’d find a fault with everything

Ain’t nothin' ever right

That’s wrong little mama

That’s wrong little mama

That’s wrong little mama

That ain’t the way to do

And she’s out on the weekend

She’d come back holdin' her head

You ask her for some lovin'

She’ll say she’s half-dead

That’s wrong, little mama

That’s wrong, little mama

That’s wrong, little mama

That ain’t the way to do

Oh, it’s wrong little mama

Yes, it’s wrong little mama

I say, it’s wrong little mama

You know it’s wrong little mama

Yeah, it’s wrong little mamma