Tell me why, haven't I heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell Invented a

Say it isn't so It isn't so. I say it isn't soit isn't so Say it isn't so painful to tell me that you're dissatisfied Last time I asked you I really got a lame excuse I know that you lied Now wicked things can happen you see 'em goin' down in war But

Oh, Milady, I hope you know what I see, From this side of the sea, Quoi, quoi, quoi, disent les corbeaux, J’ai montré à vos petits, Des images du désert, Drapeau bas, Quoi, quoi, quoi, Sombre et cruelle est devenue mon âme, Mais la blessure était

Hey ladies drop it down Just want to see you touch the ground Shake ya body like a belly dancer Don't be shy girl go Bananza Don't be shy girl go Banaza Don't be shy girl go Bananza (hey girl) Yo, excuse me, beg your pardon girl Do you have any idea what

Tell me why, haven't I heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell Invented a

Shawty I want, shawty I want Whatever you want, whatever you want I'm so offended Just hit a 5th of the bottle And I'm in for it, I'm in for it Call over your homegirls, tell 'em I'm on it No more excuses, you always do this I know what I want, I know

All your excuses, they're always in the way Do you think that I'm stupid, make a new one everyday But you can't lie, girl I ain't blind If love is just a game you play, well then you're losin' Always stayin' out late, get off at 8 But you come to door at

Excuse me, ma'am can you help me I need to place an ad with you today No ma'am tomorrow may be too late I'd like to have it started right away What's that, no this is personal I'm not buying or selling anything Yes ma'am, I know just what to say I wrote

Tell me why, haven't I heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell Invented a

Approaching original violence To each his own Life can do with one less watered-down excuse If this is over you can tell me it's no use Use, just tell me it's over There comes a time when we can't take the same abuse We can't continue on like this Now