Florence Rawlings - Wouldn't treat a dog

When I was up
You would always come around
But when I needed a friend
You could never be found
I´ve got a hole where my heart used to be
I wouldn´t treat a dog
The way you treated me

When times were good
All yourlovin´was the same
But when the going got rough
You hardly knew my name
You locked me out
And you threw away the key
I wouldn´t treat a dog, no my Lord
The way you treated me

Got me cryin´ for the lovin´ I needed
Beggin´ like a dog for a bone
And although I spend all my time pleading
Turn your back and you´ll leave me
One of these old days
Lord knows that it´s true
Just when you need me the most
I´ll walk right out on you
Then you´ll say
As you beggin´down on your knees
I wouldn´t treat a dog, no, no, no,
The way you treated me
The way you treated me

I wouldn´t treat a dog the way you treated me
I wouldn´t do it - I wouldn´t do it
I wouldn´t treat a dog the way you treated me
I wouldn´t do it - I wouldn´t do it