It's a Shame - Bossa Version

It's a shame, the way you mess around with your man
 It's a shame the way you hurt me
 It's a shame, the way you mess around with your man
 I'm sitting all alone, by the telephone
 Waiting for your call, when you don't call at all
 It's a shame (shame) the way you mess around with your man
 It's a shame (shame) the way you play with my emotions
 It's a shame (shame) the way you mess around with your man
 You're like a child at play, on a sunny day
 'Cause you play with love, and then you throw it away
 Why do you use me, try to confuse me
 How can you stand, to be so cruel
 Why don't you free me, from this prison
 Where I serve my time as your fool
 It's a shame (shame) the way you mess around with your man
 It's a shame (shame) the way you hurt me
 It's a shame (shame) the way you mess around with your man
 I try to stay with you, show you love so true
 But you won't appreciate, the love we try to make
 Oh, it's got to be a shame
 Why do you use me, try to confuse me
 How can you stand, to be so cruel
 Why don't you free me, from this prison
 Where I serve my time as your fool
 It's a shame the way you mess around with your man
 it's a shame (shame) the way you hurt me
 It's a shame (shame) the way you mess around with your man
 You've got my heart in chains, and I must complain
 I just can't be content, oh look at (muttering)
 Got to, got to, be a shame