Текст: Shel Silverstein. Better Not Ask Me.

Hey, the truth might hurt so I'm tellin' you now
That you better not ask me.
Hey, you better not ask me where I been all night
Why my eyes are shinin' and my spirit is flyin'.
You better not ask if I been doin' right
Or I just might tell you.
And you better not ask me 'bout the girls I used to know
And days I used to run around before I ever met you.
You better not ask how they compare to you,
Or I just might tell you.
And you better not ask me if I'm satisfied
With the way you've been givin' me what you call lovin'.
Better not ask me 'bout the times I cried
Or I just might tell you.
So keep on doin' what you're doin'
And if you should see me straight,
Well, don't you ask, baby.
Just let it pass, baby,
And maybe it'll go away...
But I don't doubt it.
You better not ask me if I'm gonna stick around
Or pack up all my bags and find another pretty city.
You better not ask me who it is I found
Or I just might tell you.