Woman don't try to sing my song

Your eyes ain't glowing now like they were in the tavern where we met
And your reluctant attitude tells me your mind's not fully made up yet
Your painted lips ain't wild and warm and sweet like I imagined they would be
With your conscience here between us holding you close dosn't do a lot for me

If you don't feel it in your bones woman don't try to sing my song
Straighten up your messed up hair put your high heel slippers back on
Don't make yourself no memories that might grieve you later on
If you don't feel it in your bones woman don't try to sing my song

It's obvious you're not a steady patron of the place where I found you
Now that the shades are drawn your innocence has come and wrapped its claok around you
And I've never had a taste for taking pleasure from another human's pain
So I'd rather we stay strangers if my knowing you is gonna bring you shame

If you don't feel it in your bones...