Lyrics What's The Matter With Baby - Dinah Washington

You told me that you loved me
And I believed in you
If you really love me, baby
Why do you treat me like you do?

What's the matter, baby?
Succession makes an awful change

Ever since you hit the number
You sure been acting strange

I don't look like Betty Grable
Goodness knows I don't dress real fine
But I'm cool, calm and collected
And I've been told I'm fine as wine

What's the matter, baby?
Is my lovin' growing stale?

If I ever catch you cheating
That's the day I'm going to jail

I've shared your every heartache
Every burden, I helped you bear
When you needed consolation
I've always been right there

What's the trouble, baby?
You're growing colder everyday

One of these days you're gonna be sorry
You treated your baby this way

You know I love you, baby
Better than I love myself
And it's me you're gonna have
Nobody else

What's your story, baby?
Please, tell me what's wrong with you

If you really love me, baby
Why do you treat me like you do?