Pimps Don't Cry

Oh, hello

Oh no, you come here

Is your watch broke?

Sit down

My friends been talking

Saying you don′t love me

Say you all about hustling

And making that sweet money

You fill your chalice with wine

You got a feather in your cap

You say I look so fine

And give my backside a pat (oh, ooh)

Your nickname for me is trick

Or girl number 5

It makes me think you don't know

What it′s like for a woman to feel alive

So when I ask what you are

You take a draw from your blunt cigar

And the tears well up in your eyes

And I know my friends tell lies

Pimps don't cry

They never shed a tear

Never, ever will, never shed a tear

Oh lover

Yes, lover

Look at my eyes, baby

I'm crying, baby

I′m looking at your big brown eyes

Oh baby, don′t cry

Have mercy

Now, my lovely queen

Yeah?

I'm so sorry that I raised my voice

No worries

You see, love can turn a man so mean

When his lady doesn′t give him any choice

And I, yeah, I like to dress nice

Oh, you do

Platform shoes, rings

And a pharaoh's beard

And, oh, yeah, I flash my ice

Dammit woman, I am a man to be feared

Oh, you′re scaring me baby

But when the Sun goes down

And all that money is piled up on the dresser

You see, a man works hard for his woman in town

I don't wanna come home just to second-guess her

So you′d better not second-guess me

Never

'Cause one thing you and me we can both agree

That when you see these tears in my eyes

Just know that all those rumors are lies

Pimps don't cry

Pimps don't cry

Pimps don′t cry

No, they don′t

They never shed a tear

Never shed a tear

Pimps don't cry

They never shed a tear

You′re so sensitive

Never, ever cry, never shed a tear

Never, ever cry, never shed a tear

Oh lover

You're like a black Dr. Phil

I′m crying for you though, baby

Oh, I see your tears, baby

Is that visine?

You are like a reporter

Why you got an eye dropper in your hand, baby?