Perpetual Blues Machine Keb' Mo'

You had style, you had class
You had everything to make a love last
You had grace, you had charm
You had me hanging on your arm
When I found out you were a fake
You rared up and bit me like a snake
And I was ready to let go
And let all my feelings show

Tell me why you wanna be so cold
Why you wanna be so mean
You've gone and let your true colors show
You're a perpetual blues machine

We could have been just fine
If you'd have only been all mine
'Cause I was for real, but you did not know
That you were steppin' on my heart
As you were walkin' out the door
But now I know who you are
And it's a damn good thing we didn't get too far
'Cause I'm not the one that's right for you

You need a man to do your rolling
Like what you want him to do