Paroles: Buddy Guy. Left My Blues in San Francisco. Keep It to Myself.

Baby, do me a favor, keep our business to yourself
Please, darling, do me a favor, keep our business to yourself
I don't want you to tell nobody in your family
And don't mention it to nobody else

Don't tell your mother, don't tell your father
Don't tell your sister, don't mention it to your brother
Please, darling, keep our business to yourself
Don't you tell nobody and don't mention it to nobody else

You have a husband, I have a wife
If you start to talk, that's gonna mess up our life
Please, please baby, keep our business to yourself
Don't you tell nobody, don't mention it to nobody else

Goodbye darling