Nina Simone

No good man
Loving on a no good plan never treats me as he should
And that ain't good he's always bringing me down
He's no saint Heaven knows taht's what he ain't
Spends his money foolishly and not on me
I'm the one who gets the run around
I ought to hate him but still I love him so
Cos I require love that's made of fire
And in his arms I find always get that kind
No good man