With Santana

You've got to change
Your evil ways, baby
Before I stop loving you
You've got to change
(Yes, you do) baby
Every word that I say is true

You've got me running
And hiding all over town
You've got me
Sneaking and peeping
And running you down

This can't go on
Lord knows you got to change
Baby, baby

When I come home, baby
My house is dark
And my pots are cold
You're hanging 'round, baby
(Yes, you do)
With Jean and Joan
And a who knows who

I'm getting tired of
Waiting and fooling around
I'll find somebody who won't
Make me feel like a clown

This can't go on
Lord knows you got to change

You know you can't go on
Yeah, yeah, fooling around
You trying somebody on
Making me feel like a clown
Well, baby, you know you can't
Mess around anymore, no, no
You can't linger at my home, baby

Ah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

When I come home, baby
My house is dark
And my pots are cold
You're hanging 'round, baby
With Jean and Joan
And a who knows who

I'm getting tired of
Waiting and fooling around
I'll find somebody that won't
Make me feel like a clown
This can't go on

No, no, it can't go on