Billie Holiday     I love my man  I’m a liar if I say I don't    I love my man  I’m a liar if I say I don't    But I'll quit my man  I’m a liar if I say I won't  I've been your slave baby  Ever since I've been your babe  I've been your slave  Ever since I've been your babe  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 'cuz I'm happy  Some 'cuz 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