Lyrics of You can have my husband

You can have my husband
But please don't mess with my man (r)
I'm tellin all you girls
I want you all to understand

Well the money my husband made
Was for red beans & rice
My man cooks me steaks
Now ain't that nice

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Well when i was with my husband
He was really mean
But now with my man
He treats me like a queen

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Well, my man he's little
And he looks like a frog
But when he starts to love me
I holler, ooh, hot dog

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Don't mess with him, guitar
He's mine
Better don't wait girl, guitar
And i ain't lyin
You can have my husband
But please don't mess with my man.