I'm so sorry for everything All night I lay on my pillow and pray For my boss to stop me in the hallway Lay my head on his shoulder and say Son, I've been hearing good things I wake up without warning and go flying around the house In my sauvignon

The thrill is gone The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone, baby I'm free from your spell You know you done me wrong, baby And you'll be sorry someday It's gone away from me The thrill is gone away from me Although, I'll still live on

Bad time for a good time, baby You should know about it by now I'm sorry, but you've called at a bad time And every time is probably gonna be a bad time I'm sorry, but it's not like the last time Where you were calling me and hoping for a good time Now I

Please don't be angry with me cause I've gone away I've told you about your mistakes But you didn't hear a word I said I'm so tired of worrying I don't know just what to do I'm sorry baby I just can't put up with you I've tried to please you But you just

I can't wait to feel your love tonight (I can't wait to feel your love tonight) (Beggin' you baby, beggin' on my bended knees) (I can't wait, I can't wait) I'm on my knees We're gettin' funny in the back of my car I'm sorry honey if I took it just a

Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions I'll kill you, bitch I'm fuckin' for real I'll make you suffer like I suffered If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love Hey can we re,

Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely I don't want to fight I'm tired of being sorry I'm standing in the street Crying out for you No one sees me But the silver moon I don't know why

A toi d'exister Seul, face à la nuit Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely Laisse le destin l'emporter Quand ton coeur éclate I'm standing in the street Crying out for you I don't know why

Prices are high now darlin', and all the good jobs are gone Sorry to say, baby, things ain't what they used to be Times is hard, baby and the hustle is really on Times is hard, baby, the hustle is really on Better get yourself a job now, baby, I'm tired

But I'm a man of the woods, it's my pride I brag about you to anyone outside I'm sorry baby, you know I tried I hear the making up's fun But then your hands talking, fingers walking, down your legs Say "Where's the faucet?" Someone's knocking like they