Jim James & The Damn Shames: words & music

She didn't come from Tanzania
But she'd been there once or twice
So when she feels a world away
There's no sugar
There's no spice in my life

So the ebbs and flows
Between the highs and lows
Mediate the demons
I'm writing rhymes in the nick of time
For all the wrongful reasons

She's my Bloodshot Baby
And she's got the right to bleed
She's gonna tell you
What you do need
And then you're gonna get some
Yeah, you're gonna get some
But if you can't find none
You best not be coming home at all

Now, honey, you're harder to interpret than Gertrude Stein
You're expression's a reflection of some troublin' times
Well, it's difficult to turn the pages, Babe
I'm feeling incomplete
Like there's something that we're missing here
Something that we just can't read

She's my Bloodshot Baby
And she's got the right to bleed
She's going to tell you
What she do need
And then you're gonna get some
Yeah, you're gonna get some
And if you can't find none
Then I might not be coming home at all