Thanks for taking out the trash
I used to want to fight for my man
and fight with my man
I used to want to please my man
and give all to my man
I used to want to lose myself in my man
and submit to my man
But now I don't have my man
Because he wasn't my man
Because I was not me
Just a figment of what I thought I should be
And now that I'm me I can't even see that man
being my man
Because that man ain't the man for me
and that man couldn't even take who I've turned out to be
Thank you for taking the man
I hope he's your type of man
Because my type of man
will be the kind of man who knows how
to love a black woman