What Kind of Man Is That Baby Mack

I feel blue, I don’t know what to do
I’ve got a man and his name is Sam
I treat him like he was a newborn baby
I love my man and I don’t mean maybe
But he’s one of those trifling kind
And he keeps me worried all the time
So if you want to save a good man’s life
Give me some good advice

Now tell me someone, tell me for a fact
What kind of man is that?
I give him my money, I even buy his clothes
I’ve got him in a flat
The more I do for him, the more he mistreats me
I can’t see what kind of man he can be
I bought him a car, I thought he would be satisfied
He’s blacked my eye when I asked him for a ride

But he made me love him
I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t want to do it
All night long, I sigh and cry
For him and it’s a sin
Now, I ain’t jealous but I love my man
Here’s one thing I can’t understand
So tell me someone, tell me for a fact
What kind of man is that?