Shame - Randy Newman
Pretty little baby How come you never come around Pretty little baby How come you never come around I sent you all them pretty flowers Now you're nowhere to be found I call you up at midnight sometimes I must admit But I 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 If every night I'm left here all alone It's a gun that I need Shame shame shame shame shame I ain't ashamed of nothing Shame shame shame shame shame I don't know what you're 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 every day And have some old dude banging on Her like a gypsy on a tambourine That's not what we're talking about That's not what we're talking about That's not what we're talking about 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 and my schemes, my Shame shame shame shame shame You could be right I've sunk pretty low this time Shame shame shame shame shame These are truly desperate times Saw your little sandals baby Out behind the wishing well Down here in the cool depths of the quarter Where the rich folk dwell And I pictured you in diamonds, satins and pearls Come on back to daddy Daddy miss his little baby girl Now, my father, he was an angry man You cross him he made you pay I myself, am no longer an angry man Don't make me beg you Don't make me beg Do you know what if feels like To wake up in the morning Have every joint in your body aching, god damn it Do you know what it feels like To have to get up in the middle of the night And sit down to take a piss You do know So you say I have my doubts, missy Do you know what it feels like To have to beg a little bum like you for love God damn it you little b**** I'd kill you if I didn't love you so much Shame shame shame shame shame Shut up Forgive me My unfocused words I was flying blind I lost my mind (shame shame shame) If you could find it in your heart, if you got one To forgive me I'd be ever so grateful (shame shame shame) Will you stop that please (shame shame shame) Will you stop that please I'm trying to talk to someone (shame) Thank you You know, I have a lexus now I don't get out much You know what I'm saying Come on home
Artist: Randy Newman
Title: Shame