O shame, where is thy blush?

Don't blush, Roy.

But don't blush.

When they kiss, blush.

You've made me blush.

I blush for my university!

I almost felt myself blush

You blush, my dear Sophie.

Norman, you're making me blush all over.

How pretty you are when you blush.

We shouldn't blush, I'm sure we shouldn't.

I blush when I tell the truth.

You'd just blush and squirm in your seat.

You know I don't. Don't make me blush.

Sally, darling, please stop. You're making me blush.

And the single girl will blush a lot

His face reddened with shame.

Weak with shame or something.

With deep shame and regret...

Shame! Shame!

Shame, shame!

Covered with the blackness (of shame)

Covered with the blackness (of shame)

I blush from the words that escaped from my lips.

And then I was overwhelmed with shame.

It's shame, it's all shame!

That first blush of blue is where the night and day are trying to find harmony with each other.

Now I can say it without a stammer, without a blush.

Shame on you, shame on you...

What a shame! What a shame.

My eyes see the shadows gather with shame.

You know how to treat a lady. Don't make me blush now.

It's a shame we didn't pal up with Pierre.

What a shame. With war about to break out...

And here's for flirting with Petra... Shame on you!

At first blush you think, Hey it's crazy, what could you possibly gain?

Now all at once you're using language That would make a sailor blush

Shame!

Shame...

What about the shame of seeing you parade with criminals?

And if you look carefully, you can see that there's a black blush right there.

Sweden s Shame

In shame?

Oh, shame.

What shame?