You’re Taking Up Another Man’s Place Aretha Franklin

[Verse 1]
You don't want me
And you don't want nobody else to want me
What kind of man, what kind of man are you?
You don't need me
And you don't want nobody else to need me
What kind of thing are you trying to send me through?

[Chorus]
Now if you're not gonna take care of business
Then you ought to stop taking up space
Because you're just taking up, that's all you're doing
You're just taking up another man's place

[Verse 2]
Oh, baby, you don't even, you don't even
Want me to go to the store alone
What kind of man, what manner of man are you?
You run over me
You run right over me trying to answer the telephone
Tell me what kind of thing
What kind of thing do you think you're going to put me through?

[Chorus]
You keep me wanting
You keep me wanting the one thing you never gave
Well, right here now, you can stop taking up another man's space