Tough Luck

You don't have to like it. I don't really care. You ask me about tough luck. You know that I've had my share. I met a rough kind of woman. She put a hold on me. I found out about another man, And now I'm in misery, yeah. She took all of my money. She took my car, too. She took most damn everything, Right down to my shoes. Now, she could have told me, But it was plain to see. Just about the time I started falling in love, The woman walked out on me, yeah. Oh, talk About tough luck. Finish it. Oh, sing it all about it You don't have to like it. Well, I really don't care. You ask me about tough luck, and you know That I've had my share. I met a rough kind of woman. Lord, she put a hold on me. I found out about another man, And now I'm in misery, Yeah. Oh, talk about tough luck. Huh.