By BIll Withers
Date: 26 September 2000
Use Me
My friends all feel it’s their appointed duty
They keep trying to tell me
All you want to do is use me
Oh but my answer
To all that use me stuff
I want to spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
You just keep on using me
until you use me up
my brother sat me right down
and he talked to me
he told me that I ought not let you just walk on me
and I'm sure he meant well
yeah, but when I told him, too
I said brother, if you only knew
you’d wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep on using me until you use me up
Sometimes it’s true you really do abuse me
Oh, you get me in a crowd of high class people
And then you act real rude to me
But baby, baby, baby ,baby, baby
When you love me I can’t get enough
I want to spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
You just keep on using me
Until you use me up
Talking about you using me,
Because it all depends on what you do
It ain’t to bad the way you using me,
Because I sure am using you to do the same to you
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