Part-Time Love B.B. King

Try it one more, please

You know I got to find me
People, I got to find me
A part time love
Oh I need
I need me a part time love
Every time
Every time my baby leaves me
You know I need a part time love

The people in the cemetery
They're not all alone
Some turn to dust
And some have bone
You know I'd rather be dead
Six feet in my grave
Than to live lonely
Each and everyday

I need me
I need me a part time love
Every time my woman leaves me
You know I need a part time love

She came home this morning
I asked her where she'd been
She said, "Don't ask me
No questions, baby
'Cause I'll be leaving again"