Shame

Shame

Pretty little baby,

'come you never come around?

Pretty little baby,

How come you never come around?

I send you all them pretty flowers,

Now you're nowhere to be found.

'call you up at midnight sometimes, I must admit,

when I find you're not at home.

My head heats up like a furnace,

My heart grows colder than a stone.

So what's the good of all this money I got, girl?

If every night, I'm left here all alone?

It's a gun that I need.

Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame.

I ain't shame of nothing.

Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame.

I don't know what you talking about.

All right, let's talk a little business.

You know what I'm saying?

A man of my experience of life,

don't expect a beautiful young woman like yourself

to come on over here everyday.

Have some old dude bangin' on her

like a gypsy on a tambourine.

That's not what I'm talkin' 'bout.

That's not what I'm talkin' 'bout.

That's not what I'm talkin' 'bout.

But I will say this.

I've been all over the world.

I've seen some wonderful things.

I haven't been well lately,

I have no one to share my plans,

my dreams, my hopes, my schemes, my