Shame
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Pretty little baby,
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how come you never come around?
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Pretty little baby,
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How come you never come around?
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I send you all them pretty flowers,
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Now you¡¯re nowhere to be found.
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¡®call you up at midnight sometimes, I must admit,
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when I find you¡¯re not at home.
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My head heats up like a furnace,
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My heart grows colder than a stone.
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So what¡¯s the good of all this money I got, girl?
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If every night, I¡¯m left here all alone?
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It¡¯s a gun that I need.
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Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame.
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I ain¡¯t ashamed of nothing.
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Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame.
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I don¡¯t know what you talking about.
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All right, let¡¯s talk a little business.
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You know what I¡¯m saying?
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A man of my experience of life,
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don¡¯t expect a beautiful young woman like yourself
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to come on over here everyday.
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Have some old dude bangin¡¯ on her
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like a gypsy on a tambourine.
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That¡¯s not what I¡¯m talkin¡¯ ¡®bout.
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That¡¯s not what I¡¯m talkin¡¯ ¡®bout.
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That¡¯s not what I¡¯m talkin¡¯ ¡®bout.
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But I will say this.
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I¡¯ve been all over the world.
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I¡¯ve seen some wonderful things.
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I haven¡¯t been well lately,
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I have no one to share my plans,
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my dreams, my hopes, my schemes, my¡¦
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Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame.
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¡®could be right.
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I¡¯ve sunk pretty low this time.
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Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame.
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These are truly desperate times.
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Saw your little sandals, baby,
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out behind the wishing well.
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Down here in the cool depths of the Quarter,
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where the rich folk dwell.
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They picture you in diamonds,
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satins and pearls.
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Come on back to Daddy!
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Daddy miss his baby girl.
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Now, my father, he was an angry man.
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You cross him; he made you pay.
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I, myself, am no longer an angry man.
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Don¡¯t make me beg you, ¡¦don¡¯t make me beg.
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You know what it feels like,
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wake up in the mornin¡¯?
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Have every joint in your body aching, goddamit.
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You know what it feels like,
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have to get up in the middle of the night?
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Sit down, to take a piss?
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You do know? So you say.
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I have my doubts missy.
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Do you know what it feels like,
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to have to beg a little bum like you for love?
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Goddamn you, you little bitch!
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I¡¯d kill you, if I didn¡¯t love you so much!
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Shame, shame, shame, shame¡¦
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SHUT UP!
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Oh, forgive me.
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¡¦my unfocused words.
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I was flyin¡¯ blind, I, I lost my mind.
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If ya find it in your heart, if you got one,
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to forgive me. Be ever so grateful.
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Shame, shame, shame.
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Would you stop that please?
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Shame, shame, shame.
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Would you stop that please?
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I¡¯m trying to talk to someone.
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Shame.
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Thank you.
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You know, I have a Lexus now.
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I don¡¯t get out much.
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You know what I¡¯m saying.
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Come on home.
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Shame
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Randy Newman |