Daytime Hustler - Bette Midler

Daytime Hustler, you’re out of line

Don’t ya try to change my mind!

Don’t you try

You see, I ain’t no fool

No, I can tell

Oh, baby, you ain’t my kind!

My kind!

I’m in love with a down home man

Simple lovin' I can understand

I’ve been hustled by the best of them

And you ain’t nothing but a crazy man

Hustler

Oh, daytime hustler, you better look away

Because I won’t play your game no more

No, no more, no

You spend all of your money

On those other women

Who are blind enough to buy your shame

All your shame, oh, oh, oh

Fancy money doesn’t buy me love!

Flashy Cadillacs won’t make me fuck!

I been hustled by the best of them

And you ain’t nothing but a crazy man

Hustler, hustler

Hustler, hustler

Ooh, hustler

Hustler, baby, oh!

Whoa!

Daytime Hustler!

Ooh, what did you say?

I say you’re a jive, jive dude

Yes, I do.

Yes, I do

You just don’t, you just don’t

Ya just don’t know

That you are really

You’re really not too cool

And I believe your mind is slow

Oh, oh, oh

I’m in love with a down home man

Simple lovin' I can understand

I’ve been hustled by the best of them

And you ain’t nothing but a crazy, crazy man

Hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

Hustler, hustler, hustler baby

Oh, hustler.

Oh, hustler.

Oh, hustler

Hustler baby.

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