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? Roll Down