Billie holiday      I love my man   On my life I say I don't      I love my man   On my life I say I don't      But I'll quit my man   On my life I say I won't   I've been your slave baby   Ever since I've been your way   I've been your slave   Ever since I've been your faith   But before I be your dog   I'll see you in your grave      My man wouldn't give me no breakfast   Wouldn't give me no dinner   Squacked about my supper   Then he put me outdoors   Heaven erred to late   A matchbox on my clothes   I didn't have so many   But I had a long long ways to go      I ain't good looking   And my hair ain't curls   I ain't good looking   And my hair ain't curls      But my mother she give me something   It's going to carry me through this world   Some man like me ''cause I'm happy   Some ''cause I'm snappy   Some call me honey   Others think I've got money   Some say billie   Baby you're built for speed   Now if you put that altogether   Makes me everything a good man needs