It's a shame
The way you mess around with your man
It's a shame the way you hurt me
It's a shame
The way you mess around with your man
I'm sitting all alone, by the telephone
Waiting for your call, when you don't call at all

It's a shame (shame)
The way you mess around with your man
It's a shame (shame)
The way you play with my emotions
It's a shame (shame)
The way you mess around with your man
You're like a child at play, on a sunny day
But you play with love, and then you throw it away

Why do you use me, try to confuse me?
How can you stand to be so cruel?
Why don't you free me, from this prison
Where I serve my time as your fool?

It's a shame (shame)
The way you mess around with your man
It's a shame (shame)
The way you hurt me
It's a shame (shame)
The way you mess around with your man
I try to stay with you, show you love so true
But you won't appreciate, the love we try to make

Oh, it's got to be a shame

Uh
Why do you use me, try to confuse me?
How can you stand to be so cruel?
Why don't you free me, from this prison
Served my time as your fool?

Got to be a (shame) shame
The way you mess around with your man
Oh, it's a (shame) shame
The way you hurt me
Oh, it's a shame (shame) baby, baby
The way you mess around with your man
You've got my heart in chains, and I must complain
I just can't be confined, oh, and I can't find the time
Oh, oh-oh
(Shame)
It's a shame (shame)
It's a shame the way you hurt me, yeah
Oh (shame)
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta be a shame, oh, yeah

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Writer(s): Lee Garrett, Stevie Wonder, Syreeta Wright