I say to hell with what you want
I know what you need
You need a man who will stand
Up for Lauderdale Beach
You don’t need no new perfume
You smell good enough to me
Forget that fruit fruit mess you bought
I know what you need
I’ll guide and protect you from all of the strides
I’ll hold you betweenkst the big bitches of life
No, you don’t need no brand new dress
I bought you K-Mart’s best
And them shoes I bought don’t fit
But hell, they’ll stretch out like the rest
In my vow I agreed
To cleanse your heart of greed
I repeat to hell with what you want
I know what you need
I’ll not have my wife living out sexy fantasies
My woman’s own decided to hold a bad thought me
There ain’t no Jones’s round here
To keep up with my beer
So when you say you purse do not
Cover your eyes like this
And do not dream of wordly goods
Like when you bought the pearly beads
I repeat to hell with what you want
I know what you need
I think the Lord himself would sing to hell with what you want
I know what you need