Shame is the game in which you're to blame,
The feeling your cheeks are starting to flame,
You want the world to forget your name
That is the magic of feeling shame.
Sweat starts to bead on your forehead and lip,
Through a hole in the ground you want to slip,
Your stomach is doing a wierd sort of flip.
Shame is that extra fat on your hip.
Shame can ruin the smallest pleasure.
It's good that you feel it, but do it with measure!