Trick Bag

Robert Palmer · Riptide [1985]

Twelve o' clock at night, you walk out the door



You told me baby you were going to the drugstore



Well in my mind I knew you were lying



The drugstore closed at a quarter to nine



I say I saw you kissing Jimmy across the fence



I heard you telling Jimmy I ain't got no sense



The way you've been acting is such a drag



You done put me in a trick-bag



When I come home, start an argument



Just to keep me from asking where my voodoo went



I peek out the front door, I hear the back door slam



Peep out of my window, somebody's taking on the lam



I say I saw you kissing Jimmy across the fence



I heard you telling Jimmy I ain't got no sense



The way you've been acting is such a drag



You done put me in a trick-bag



Oh hey yeah



Oh hey yeah



Oh hey yeah



Oh hey yeah



We had a fight, then you got mad



Got on the telephone, called your Mom and Dad



Dad said, "She's my daughter and I'm her Pa



But you ain't nothing but a son-in-law"



I say I saw you kissing Jimmy across the fence



I heard you telling Jimmy I ain't got no sense



The way you've been acting is such a drag



You done put me in a trick-bag



Oh hey yeah



Oh hey yeah



Oh hey yeah



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