© Words and music by Tom Engelke - 2005

Time after time I've been through it all
Paid my dues, been kicked around
My touch is hard and my skin is rough
But I never had scars till I fell in love
Baby, why do you treat me this way?

Came home from workin' hungry for a meal
Said, "Honey where's my dinner?" you said "Honey get real."
Just open up the freezer try to use the microwave
Been doin' my nails and shoppin' all day
Baby, why do you treat me this way?

Baby don'tcha treat me, Baby don'tcha treat me
Don'tcha treat me this way

The banker called me said I'm overdrawn
I just put in my paycheck now you say it's all gone
There must be some mistake, I'm hopin' you're wrong
Oh my little baby's havin' too much fun
Baby, why do you treat me this way?

Baby don'tcha treat me, Baby don'tcha treat me
Don'tcha treat me this way

Baby don'tcha treat me, Baby don'tcha treat me
Don'tcha treat me this way

Baby, baby don'tcha treat me
Baby, baby don'tcha treat me
This way
This way
This way