Vivienne Wilder - Greater Things Lyrics

Oh, honey take him, go on and have him
You can have his roving eye
You'd be doing me a service
You'd be freeing up my time
I'm so tired of playing all these foolish little games
So step right up and take my man
I'm moving on to greater things

I've seen you gals whisper 'round town about this brown-eyed handsome man
I've seen y'all flirt and flutter your skirts and I've seen him tipping his hat
I know he ain't been truthful
I don't need eyes at the back of my head
So come on, gals, have at this prize, 'cause otherwise I'm better off dead

Oh, honey take him, go on and have him
You can have his roving eye
You'd be doing me a service
You'd be freeing up my time
I'm so tired of playing all these foolish little games
So step right up and take my man
I'm moving on to greater things

He thinks I haven't noticed or connected all the dots
The lipstick on the collar; all the birthdays he forgot
Do you really think you're winning? Well, sister I'm no cat
Gonna pack his bags and send him off and wish you kittens good luck with that

Oh, honey take him, go on and have him
You can have his roving eye
You'd be doing me a service
You'd be freeing up my time
I'm so tired of playing all these foolish little games
So step right up and take my man
I'm moving on to greater things

I'm tired of his cheating and I'm sick of all his lies
And the nights alone when he don't come home, saying he was out with the guys
I'm woman enough to know this and I'm woman enough to leave
And lock his sorry ass outside, since he's found another place to sleep

Oh, honey take him, go on and have him
You can have his roving eye
You'd be doing me a service
You'd be freeing up my time
I'm so tired of playing all these foolish little games
So step right up and take my man
I'm moving on to greater things