(Not Released by Roger)
Oh
the ways of love are hard enough, to understand as it is
Without
you going out on me, and hurtin’ me like this
While
other folks are makin’ love, we’re just makin’ do
If
you won’t be my number one, number two on you
Well,
if you won’t be my number one, number two on you
Out
the back door down the path, you old two-timer you
Well
who says you go run and play, while I go boo hoo hoo
If
you won’t be my number one, number two on you
Oh
there ain’t a claw in all the world, enough to scratch your itch
If
lonely hours and whisky sours were gold, then I’d be rich
Well
who says you hang out till one, while I stay up till two
If
you won’t be my number one, number two on you
Well,
if you won’t be my number one, number two on you
Out
the back door down the path, you old two-timer you
While
other folks are makin’ love, we’re just makin’ do
If
you won’t be my number one, number two on you