Grateful Dead

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I don't want you
to be no slave
I don't want you baby
to work all day
I don't want you
to be true
I just wanna make love to you.

I don't want you
to wash my clothes
I don't want you baby
to keep no home
I don't want your
money too

I just wanna make love to you.

I can tell by the way you
switch and walk
I can tell by the way that you
baby talk
I can see the way that you
treat your man
That I could love you baby . . .

It's a cryin shame.

I don't want you
wash my head
I don't want you baby
to cook my bread
I don't want you cause
I'm sad and blue

I just wanna make love to you.