To tell you I'm sorry For everything that I've done But when I call you never Seem to be home For breaking your heart But it don't matter, it clearly Doesn't tear you apart anymore Oh, anymore I must've called a thousand times (thousand times)

Were we better men than we'd ever been before? Say, if she came again today, would you still answer to the call? Tell the truth, my friend, don't it matter anymore? Was it bitter then with our backs against the wall? We were simple men by her side when

(Who is it?) And it doesn't seem to matter And it doesn't seem right 'Cause the will has brought Still I cry alone at night Don't you judge of my composure Somebody hurt my soul And she promised me forever

Is it all because of my rebel heart? Why do I keep dreaming of you? I don't know what it is that makes me run That makes me wanna shatter everything that I've done Nothing matters, all is futile You told me once I have a rebel heart I don't know if

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

If you fall, I'm fallin' too If you call, I'm callin' too What you want, I wanna do Just tell me, and we can decide I don't wanna fight, yeah yeah Tell my mamma I'll be back In a little, I'mma save her No matter what went down I don't care, I don't blame

It's just another night Don't gimme love and affection or what you think it should be Don't gimme love, the wrong reason, yeah, it don't matter to me Oh, it's a passion crime with a danger sign, oh, can you handle it? You're just another girl, I'm just

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

It's hard to say but now you're gone So does it really matter I'm sorry that I never said How much you had really meant I'm sorry that I never tried To tell you I was on your side They don't seem to know your name Does it really matter? They don't even

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.