Billie Holiday - No Good Man

No good man
Lovin all the no good things
Never treats me as he should
That aint no good
Hes always bringing me down
Hes no saint
Heaven knows thats what he aint
Spends his money foolishly
Not on me
Im the one who gets the run-around
I ought to hate him and yet I love him so
For I require
Love thats made of fire
And in his arms
I find
I always get that kind
No good man
Ever since the world began
There have been other fools like me
Born to be
In love with a no good man