Give Me Back My Dynamite Songtext
von Doris Troy

Every time that I see you
You keep coming on strong
With your hand in my pocket
When you know that it′s wrong

My baby, come on, baby
Give me back my dynamite, back now
Come on, baby, yeah, come on, baby
Give me back my dynamite, alright

I know you don't need it
To pay for your dues
Or pay for your women too
Oh, yeah, baby, whoa


Listen to me, baby
I′m so tired, so tired of your messing around, yeah
I said, listen to me, baby
I'm so tired, so tired of your messing around, oh, yes, I am

Now why should I fight you
To leave what is mine
Believing the path
Really, really mine, yes, I am

Every time I don't see you
Things keep working out fine
But the moment you′re near me
You just mess up my mind, oh, whoa, my baby, my baby
My, my, my baby, my baby

Baby, baby, give me back my dynamite, oh, yeah
Give it back to me, I want it back, want it back
Yeah, yeah, give me back my dynamite
Give me back, give it back to me
Oh, I want it, I need it, I want it, I want it


Give me back my dynamite, my dynamite, oh, yeah
Give it back to me, oh, I want it, I need it right now