Besedila: Linda Perry. Shame.

Driving my car, didn't get far,
Stopped to cry.
Man on the street asked me so sweet... are you alright?
No I'm okay seemed to've misplaced my life.

And it's a shame, shame please don't ask me why.
And it's a shame, shame, shame that makes me cry

Sitting alone, ashtray is full of my fears.
Losing my roll is losing control, of what I've got to hiiiide!
More I hold my breath, the lighter that is gets. It never seems to rest.


And it's shame, shame please don't ask me why,
And it's shame, shame, shame that makes me cry.
And its shame, such a shame, we had to say goodbye and it's shame
Shame, shame that makes me cry

Driving my car didn't get very far.