Bette Midler — Daytime Hustler

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 . .