I can't say I ain't been around

That I ain't done my time

Seems like this big old world

Has been one big shoe to shine



But I never ever took a dime

For what comes naturally

If I never knew the truth

Well she'd be fine with me



One night she stayed over here

And left her little black book behind

Well that little black book ain't little no more

And it wasn't too hard too find



She'd leave me in this lonely room

The thought just made me sick

It's funny how the pieces fit

My baby gets around a bit

Yeah, my baby gets around a bit



Her pager would ring, its a funny thing

She'd have to go right away

She always has a wad of cash

Much more than her job could pay



I'd ask her where she's going to

And this is what she'd say

I've gotta meet someone for an interview

Who's only in town today



Always a little bit overdressed

Much more than thought he'd be

Her high heel shoes and day glow dress

Ain't seem strange to me



She'd leave me in this lonely room

While some stud got his fix

And then the thought occurred to me

My baby gets around a bit



Took her to the local bar

Where I like to hang

Every guy that passed her by

They all seemed to know her name



They all called her by a different name

And one of them winked at me

Some guy named Stan said "you're the man

I hear you get it for free"



She'd leave me in this lonely room

And the thought hit me like a brick

It's funny how the pieces fit

My baby gets around a bit



My baby gets around a bit

My baby gets around a bit