used to her

i'm glad that i ain't used to her no more, i'm glad that i ain't used to her no more, she always burned my bacon, and she could never shut a door, and i'm glad that i ain't used to her no more, i wish i wasn't used to her back then, i wish i wasn't used to her back then, could've picked a good girl who did not crave other men, and i wish i wasn't used to her back then, when i start gettin' used to her, i get down on my knees, say "lord i know not what i do", forgive and help me please, when i get used to her, i'm sick of me, when i get used to her, i'm sick of me, i want to run and hide, like a kitten up a tree, when i get used to her, i'm sick of me, when i start gettin' used to her, i get down on my knees, say "lord i know not what i do", forgive and help me please, once we said for better or for worse, 'til one of us was riding in a hearse, it's same the same old song, we just wrote another verse, and gettin' used to her is gettin' worse, so i'm glad that i ain't used to her no more, i'm glad that i ain't used to her no more, this song is finally over and it sure has been a chore, and i'm glad that i ain't used to her no more, and i'm glad that i ain't used to her no more