Bette Midler - Daytime Hustler Lyrics
Daytime husler, youre out of line.Dont ya try to change my mind!Dont you try.You see, I aint no fool.No, I can tell,Oh, baby, you aint my kind!My kind!Im in love with a down home man.Simple lovin I can understand.Ive been hustled by the best of them,And you aint nothing but a crazy man.Hustler.Oh, daytime hustler, you better look away.Because I wont play your game no more.No, no more, no.You spend all of your moneyOn those other womenWho are blind enough to buy your shame.All your shame, oh, oh, oh.Fancy money doesnt buy me love!Flashy cadillacs wont make me f-ck!I been hustled by the best of them,And you aint nothing but a crazy man.Hustler, hustler,Hustler, hustler,Ooh, hustler,Hustler, baby, oh!Whoa! daytime hustler!Ooh, what did you say?I say youre a jive, jive dude.Yes, I do. yes, I do.You just dont, you just dont,Ya just dont knowThat you are really,Youre really not too cool.And I believe your mind is slow.Oh, oh, oh.Im in love with a down home man.Simple lovin I can understand.Ive been hustled by the best of them,And you aint nothing but a crazy, crazy man.Hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler,Hustler, hustler, hustler baby.Oh, hustler. oh, hustler. oh, hustler.Hustler baby . . .
