When I get drunk, and talk to God I wish that I could go to church but I'm too ashamed of me I hate the fact it takes a bottle to get me on my knees And I hope he'll forgive the things you ain't forgot I say I'm sorry for all the things I'm not I mean

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

It must have been a bitch while I was gone I'm sorry to have taken so long You'll reacquaint yourself with my style All this time you put up a fear For a hundred thousand years You mind if I sit down for a while Well, how could you have waited so long

Just hold on tight to me, girl Fuck you back to sleep, girl, and rock you back Ain't sorry that I woke ya, ain't sorry 'bout ya job Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love Right back, rock you back Wake up, wake up, wake up,

Sorry, if I'm perfect Sorry, I don't give a Sorry, I ain't a diva Sorry, just know what I want Sorry, I'm not a virgin Sorry, I'm not a slut

Sorry that I've been livin' in my head Holdin' onto words I ain't said yet I'm bit of sorry, I just can't see You with someone that isn't me You should know I've been tryna find my peace I know it's difficult being with me But I just wanna love you this

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

Just let me rock, sex you back to sleep girl Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love Don't say a word no, don't you talk Just hold on tight to me girl Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, sex you back to

Strange, talk about luck I woke up And, the sun was shining Strange, I ought a be in bed with my head In the pillow cryin' over us But I ain't, ain't love I laid there feeling sorry for myself In a bed of Kleenex Stuffin' chocolates in my mouth

Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine So this is me swallowing my pride And I go back to December all the time I go back to December