Teach me how to unlearn a lesson Teach me how to forget, replace the character set Teach me how to forget, 'cause I ain't sorry just yet Get her out of here It was years ago Give her space, give her speed Give her anything she needs Give her weed, give

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

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

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

She ain't tell ya I let her push the 'rari She ain't tell ya she let me hit her partners She ain't tell ya I never told her sorry She ain't tell ya I paid for her body yeah She ain't tell ya I never told her sorry no Every story got more than one side

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

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

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

Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you All those midnights sneaking in I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry Found it over in

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