What'cha Gonna Do

(альбом: Twisting And Shouting - 1963)

All night and day, just chipping away
It's all in a day's work
Trying hard to defend
The time that I spend alone

The crown that you lose, exploiting the blues
Won't get the job done
As hard as it bites
I'm keeping my sights on you

What'cha gonna do for me?
What'cha gonna do for me?
What'cha gonna do for me?
When the chips are down, in the cool of the night

When nothing seems right
The feeling can take you
Strange as it seems
You make your own dreams come true

If you try to conceal
The way that you feel
You're asking for trouble
Just as sure as I cry, I'm keeping my eye on you

What'cha gonna do for me?
What'cha gonna do for me?
What'cha gonna do for me?
When the chips are down, in the cool of the night

What'cha gonna do for me?
What'cha gonna do for me?
What'cha gonna do for me?
When the chips are down, in the cool of the night

You don't have to tell me
I'm to blame for this
'Cause what you hold against me
Is what I miss