Three Into Two Won't Go

Baby, I just can't do it no more, baby

I can't keep sneaking around like this

I'm tired of meeting in secret places

Three or four times a week

I'm tired of being introduced as your cousin

To your suspicious friends that we sometimes meet

I'm tired of waking up in the morning, baby

Feeling guilty and ashamed

I'm tired of checking into a cheap motel

Under a false and fictitious name

I don't have to be a scholar or have a master's degree

I don't have a diploma or a PhD

But there's one thing I know

And baby, that's three, three into two won't go

Three into two won't go

I drive by your house late at night

Just to see if your old man car's at home

I'm tired of calling and hanging up, baby

When a man answers the telephone

I'm tired of watching the clock while

We're getting it on (Getting it on)

Half doing my job so we can beat him back home

One more thing, baby, that's on my mind

You carrying a baby, is it his or mine?

I know I'm gonna miss what I never really had

But too much of a good thing can also be bad

And it's one thing I know

Baby, it's three, three into two won't go

Three into two won't go (Won't go!)

Three into two won't... (Somebody's gonna get hurt!)

Three into two won't go

Three into two won't go (Won't go!)

Three into two won't... (Somebody's gonna get hurt!)

Three into two... (Ah, don't choke me like that!)

Three into two won't... (I ain't gonna do it no more, baby!)