Well I'm blowing smoke out of your window,
And you're slippin' back into your dress,
You know you were always such a lady,
I've always been impressed,
But gentlemen they don't ask questions,
Just keep quiet, pay attention, gentlemen,
They don't ask questions, we could pay attentionI said I'm gonna have myself in shambles,
Phone your folks they're up and lookin' for some answers,
Said I'm gonna have myself in shambles,
Phone your folks they're up and lookin' for some answersWell I pictured you in blue, but I have to say,
I'm impartial to the red, deep, dark, and devastating,
Leaving no question as to where you've been,
I calm the crowd, by keeping quiet, move like a shadow, up to your matress,
Gentlemen don't ask questions, we could pay attentionDo you think he'd be better,
Doing what I do best?I said I'm gonna have myself in shambles,
Phone your folks they're up and lookin' for some answers,
Said I'm gonna have myself in shambles,
Phone your folks they're up and lookin' for some answersDo you think he'd be better,
Doing what I do best?I said I'm gonna have myself in shambles,
Phone your folks they're up and lookin' for some answers,
Said I'm gonna have myself in shambles,
Phone your folks they're up and lookin' for some answers
Songwriters
RUBANO, MATTHEW A./MASCHERINO, FREDERICK PAUL/LAZZARA, ADAM BURBANK/O'CONNELL, MARK/REYES, EDWARDPublished by
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