What can I do?
I’m low down lonesome
What can I do?
I’m troubled inside

I don’t care if you’d notice
I’ve got nothing hide
I even wear my trouble with pride
And you know it too I’m better than you.

What can I say?
You just don’t seem to get it.
What can I say?
I’m always two steps ahead.

And it sure did surprise me.
And it sure made me mad.
When I woke up here in your bed.
You’re such a fool.
And I’m better than you.