The fool screams no more
He grabs his shirt and hits the door
What she needs from him he ignores
It's a bore Oh it's a bore Oh it's a bore Oh it's a bore
Oh it's a
Blast the radio
The hits just come and go
Block out what he knows that he has blown
That he has blown
The night hangs its head
As the fool crawls into bed
Still his hungry heart begs to be fed
All the words she once said
That she said That she said That she said
So then he grabs his Chevrolet
In one more attempt to get away
But the thoughts of all the crimes of passion lay in his way
He can shake the blues
But you know he still can get confused
It seems like such a waste
Cause he can't shake her
He can shake his tail
But you know his moves are getting stale
He's on the make but oh his heart can't fake
That he can't shake her
He can't shake her
No he can't shake her
Romance falls like rain
But all the motives are insane
Everytime that he plays the game he feels the pain
He feels the pain Who is to blame Who is to blame
He finds a joint that's jive
Guys are spinning girls like 45's
All of the live bait sink for his lines they are so high
He knows he is beat
As his heart puts on the heat
Run from the street that don't even fit his feet
Don't fit his feet Now he can see Now he can really see
Tell him here's a telephone
He can beg to let the fool come home
He tells her that his life's a drag alone
Can't be alone
He can shake the blues
But you know he still can get confused
It seems like such a waste
Cause he can't shake her
He can shake his tail
But you know his moves are getting stale
He's on the make but oh his heart can't fake
That he can't shake her
He can't shake her
No he can't shake her
