Woorden: B.B. King. That Evil Child.

Whenever I try to hold my baby, she just stand there for a while
No matter how I try to please that woman, she won't even crack a smile
Lord, maybe you in heaven can help me 'cause this is one evil child
Oh, I say maybe, maybe somebody can help me
Because this is one evil child

When I buy her flowers or candy she just looks at me and growls
She say, "You must be guilty or have a guilty conscience buddy"
Because I'm convicted without a trial
She just grunts when I call baby, hmm one evil child
I said, "Lord, maybe you can help me
Because she's a strange and evil child"

Still, I'm tryin' to please my woman but she 'bout to drive me wild
I buy her hundred dollar dresses, people, still she complains about the style
Won't somebody give me a suggestion? Help me with this evil child
Oh, maybe the Lord in heaven above can help me