Z.Z. Hill - Three Into Two Won’t Go lyrics
[Z.Z. Hill - Three Into Two Won’t Go lyrics]
Lord, have mercy
I′m tired of meeting you in secret places
Three or four times a week
Tired of being introduced as your cousin
To your suspicious friends that we sometimes
Meet
I'm tired of waking up in the morning, baby
Feeling guilty and ashamed
Tired of checking into cheap motel rooms
Under false and fictitious names
I don′t have to be a scholar
Or have a Master degree
I don't have a diploma or a PhD
But there's one thing I know and baby that′s
Three into two won′t go
Three into two won't go
I drive by your house late at night
Just to see if your old man′s car's at home
I′m tired of calling and hanging up, baby
When a man answer the telephone
(I believe you know what I'm talking about)
Tired of watching the clock while
We′re gettin' it on (Gettin' it on)
Half doing my job so we
Can beat him back home
One more thing, baby, that′s on my mind
You′re carrying a babyIs it his or mine?
I know I'm gonna miss
(I know I′m gonna miss)
What I never really had
But too much of a good thing can also be bad
And there's one thing I know, baby
And that′s three into two won't go
Three into two won′t go
Baby! (Three into two won't go)
Somebody's gonna get hurt!
(Three into two won′t go)
As much as I love and wanna be with you
I got to quit you (Three into two won′t go)
Won't go (Three into two won′t go)
I'm here to tell you that
Three into two won′t go
(Three into two won't go)
Won't go (Three into two won′t go)
Won't go, baby
I′m tired of meeting you in secret places
Three or four times a week
Tired of being introduced as your cousin
To your suspicious friends that we sometimes
Meet
I'm tired of waking up in the morning, baby
Feeling guilty and ashamed
Tired of checking into cheap motel rooms
Under false and fictitious names
I don′t have to be a scholar
Or have a Master degree
I don't have a diploma or a PhD
But there's one thing I know and baby that′s
Three into two won′t go
Three into two won't go
I drive by your house late at night
Just to see if your old man′s car's at home
I′m tired of calling and hanging up, baby
When a man answer the telephone
(I believe you know what I'm talking about)
Tired of watching the clock while
We′re gettin' it on (Gettin' it on)
Half doing my job so we
Can beat him back home
One more thing, baby, that′s on my mind
You′re carrying a babyIs it his or mine?
I know I'm gonna miss
(I know I′m gonna miss)
What I never really had
But too much of a good thing can also be bad
And there's one thing I know, baby
And that′s three into two won't go
Three into two won′t go
Baby! (Three into two won't go)
Somebody's gonna get hurt!
(Three into two won′t go)
As much as I love and wanna be with you
I got to quit you (Three into two won′t go)
Won't go (Three into two won′t go)
I'm here to tell you that
Three into two won′t go
(Three into two won't go)
Won't go (Three into two won′t go)
Won't go, baby