(Rose, K.J.)
She was just sixteen, she was so sweet and clean
She walked just like she know where she’d been.
She set my blood on fire, I said «Are you for hire?»
That’s when she turned on me and screamed:
«That ain’t no way to treat a lady,
That ain’t no way to treat a lady.»
She had a Southern smile, had a New York style,
I couldn’t let her get away.
She was the girl of my dreams,
and because I was mean, I had to listen to her say»That ain’t no way to treat a lady,
That ain’t no way to treat a lady.»
I had to have her bad, but she left me mad;
that ain’t the way it should be.
I’m gonna find that girl, take her around the world,
I’m gonna love her ’till she screams:
«That ain’t no way to treat a lady,
That ain’t no way to treat a lady.»