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?