Baby Gets Around A Bit

I can't say I ain't been aroundThat I ain't done my timeSeems like this big old worldHas been one big shoe to shineBut I never ever took a dimeFor what comes naturallyIf I never knew the truthWell she'd be fine with meOne night she stayed over hereAnd left her little black book behindWell that little black book ain't little no moreAnd it wasn't too hard too findShe'd leave me in this lonely roomThe thought just made me sickIt's funny how the pieces fitMy baby gets around a bitYeah, my baby gets around a bitHer pager would ring, its a funny thingShe'd have to go right awayShe always has a wad of cashMuch more than her job could payI'd ask her where she's going toAnd this is what she'd sayI've gotta meet someone for an interviewWho's only in town todayAlways a little bit overdressedMuch more than thought he'd beHer high heel shoes and day glow dressAin't seem strange to meShe'd leave me in this lonely roomWhile some stud got his fixAnd then the thought occurred to meMy baby gets around a bitTook her to the local barWhere I like to hangEvery guy that passed her byThey all seemed to know her nameThey all called her by a different nameAnd one of them winked at meSome guy named Stan said "you're the manI hear you get it for free"She'd leave me in this lonely roomAnd the thought hit me like a brickIt's funny how the pieces fitMy baby gets around a bitMy baby gets around a bitMy baby gets around a bit