Who's that woman on your arm all dressed up to do you harm 

And I'm hip to what she'll do, give her just about a month or two. 

Bit off more than I can chew and I knew what it was leading to, 

Some things, well, I can't refuse, 

One of them, one of them the bedroom blues. 

She delivers right on time, I can't resist a corny line, 

But take the shine right off you shoes, 

Carryin', carryin' the bedroom blues. 

Oo... 

In the bar you're getting drunk, I ain't in love, I ain't in luck. 

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger, 

Some face you'll never see no more.