Heartaches, Heartaches - O.V. Wright

I don’t smile anymore, no

I don’t even laugh

You got me doing funny things, baby

Some folks say you got me out classed

You give me (Heartache, heartache, heartache)

You do, woman

That’s what you are doing to me

(Do do, do do do do)

Here’s another thing

When I first met you

You didn’t even have one cent

I got a job and worked real hard

Took all my money and paid your rent

You give me (Heartache, heartache, heartache)

You do, baby

That’s what you are doing to me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, when we go out

And make the town

Everybody’s whispering

Calling me your personal clown

Oh, one of these days woman

That you keep fin doing to me

You got me so twisted and tangled

I can’t even count to three

Oh, without you baby

I don’t know what I would do, no

I couldn’t stand it, baby

If you ever told me that we were through

You know what

You give me (Heartache, heartache, heartache)

Oh, that’s what you are doing to me

(Do do, do do do do)

I don’t understand it baby

(Do do, do do do do)

But oh, you’ve got me so twisted and tangled, woman