Now just because you're pretty and you think you're mighty wiseYou tell me that you love me and you roll them big blue eyesWhen I saw you last week your eyes were turning blackGo find the guy that beat you up, ask him to take you backDon't roll them bloodshot eyes at meI can tell that you've been out on the streetIt's plain that you were lying when you tell me you've been cryingSo don't roll them bloodshot eyes at meI used to spend my money to make you look real sweetI wanted to be proud of you when we walked down the streetOut down the street to dress you up in satins and in silkYour eyes looked like concherias in a glass of buttermilkDon't roll them bloodshot eyes at meI can tell that you've been out on the streetIt's plain that you were lying when you tell me you've been cryingSo don't roll them bloodshot eyes at meI guess our little romance has finally simmered downYou ought to join a circus, you'd make a real good clownYour eyes look like a road map and I'm scared to smell your breathYou'd better shut your peepers before you bleed to deathDon't roll them bloodshot eyes at meI can tell that you've been out on the streetDon't roll them bloodshot eyes at meIt's plain that you were lying when you tell me you've been cryingSo don't roll them bloodshot eyes at me