Tekster: B.B. King. Ultimate Collection. 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