You Got A Girl You Love Her SundayNobody's business, nobody's business, nobody's business but my ownAll night long you're playing poker, tell me what's the name of that joker?It ain't nobody's business but my ownI come over and say here I am, then I hear the back door slamBut it ain't nobody's business but my ownNobody's business, nobody's business, nobody's business but my ownNobody's businessNobody's business, nobody's business, nobody's business but my ownYou tell me you're in bed by sevenBut your lights are on past elevenWell, that ain't nobody's business but my ownNow, you ain't so smart and you ain't good lookingHow come you got so much cooking?Ain't nobody's business but my ownNobody's business, nobody's businessNobody's business but my ownNobody's business, nobody's businessNobody's business but my ownNow, you wear the prettiest ties and collarsWhereabouts do you get those dollars?Ain't nobody's business but my ownYou always talk about settling downWhen I bring a ringYou're saying you're not aroundWell, I'll be there the next time that you callWell, let's not fuss and let's not fightI'm sick and tired of saying goodnightWell, let's make up and hold each other tightWe both know we're birds of a featherLet's go into business togetherWe can start a business of our ownNobody's business, nobody's businessNobody's business but my ownNobody's business, nobody's businessNobody's business but my own