My Baby Don’t Tolerate Lyle Lovett

A friend of mine, he said to me
"A skinny girl is in misery"
I shook my head because I knew he couldn't be right
But that's when I thought back to just last night

When I got home, it was maybe a little late
There was ne'er a crumb or ne'er a plate
There was no martini, no glass of grape
But it was then I sought to contemplate

Some things, my baby don't tolerate, no
My baby don't tolerate, no
My baby don't tolerate from me

I said, "Hello honey, how have you been?"
She said, "What could you possibly
Have been doin' until half past ten?"
And not bein' completely unsensitive
I could tell my ship had run aground
Cause when I puckered up, you know she puckered down

Some things, my baby don't tolerate, no
My baby don't tolerate, no
My baby don't tolerate from me

Now a small, more ordinary man might not appreciate
Guidance of a good woman who truly loves him
He might drift in despair during the ignorant
Dumbness doings of his dirty daily existence