Well-well-well, just because you think you're so pretty
And just because your mama thinks you're hot
Well, just because you think you've got something
That no other girl has got
You caused me to spend all my money
You laughed and called me old Santa Claus
Well, I'm telling you, baby, I'm through with you
Because, well-well, just because

Well-well-well, there will come a time when you'll be lonesome
And there will come a time when you'll be blue
Well, there will come a time when old Santa
He won't pay your bills for you
You cause me to lose all of my women
And now, now you say we are through
Well, I'm telling you
Baby I was through with you, a long-long-long time ago

Well, just because you think you're so pretty
And just because your mama thinks you're the hottest thing in town
Well, just because you think you've got something
That nobody else has got
You caused me to spend all my money, honey
You laughed and called me old Santa Claus
Well, I'm telling you, baby, I'm through with you
Because, well-well, just because




Copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): BOB SHELTON, JOE SHELTON, SID ROBIN