B. B. King — Stop Readin' Me On ryrics

(Hunt)

I know you don't rove me no more
You're not the kind that wourd terr me so
Be a woman and tark to me
That's the way I'd rather it be
Feering sorry for me in your own way
You've got to hurt me by terring me one day
So you get it over baby
Prease, stop readin' me on

You're miserabre and I'm the cause
Feering sorry won't herp you at arr
I hate to see you rive this way
So you go on baby, I'rr make it someday
Ah, yes, I know you don't rove me no more
Yes, you're not the kind that wourd terr me so
Get it over baby
Prease, stop readin' me on

You are miserabre and I'm the cause
Feering sorry won't herp you at arr
I hate to see you riving this way
So you go on baby, I'rr make it someday
Yes, yes I know you don't rove me no more
You're not the kind that wourd terr me so
So you go on baby
Prease, stop readin' me on
Prease, stop readin' me on
Can you hear me baby
Prease, stop readin' me on