Vārdi: B.B. King. B.B. King in London. We Can't Agree.

You never treat me gentle
Yet you spend up all of my gold
Then you look around for a young man
Tell me I?m too old

That?s why we can?t agree
Yeah, baby, we can?t agree
Now if I don?t see you no more, baby
It?ll be way too soon for me

You?re known for being a lover
You like to holler loud
One man for you ain?t nothing
You talk so loud, you draw a crowd

That?s why we can?t agree
Yes, baby, we can?t agree
Now if I don?t see you no more, baby
It?ll be way too soon for me

You?re used to eating hot dogs
When you go out to dine
I taught you what a steak was
And now you?ve almost lost your mind

That?s why we can?t agree
Yes, baby, we can?t agree
Now if I don?t see you no more, baby
Honey, that?ll be way too soon for me, you know it will

Now your clothes look like a sifter
Because they had so many holes
You know we both came from the ghetto, baby
And everybody knows

We can?t agree
Yes, baby, we can?t agree
Now if I don?t see you, no more, little woman
Honey, it?ll be way too soon for me, yes, it will