How many times must you call me in the morning

before I wake up?


And how many times must I look at other girls

before we break up?

And how many times must you criticise

every single thing that you do?

Before you...



Before you let me know

Before you let me go

You really should have known



And I'm a no-good gambling man with the wrong hand

Who's been hurt so many times

Why don't you look him in the eyes?

Oh, you won't see nothing at all



And how many times must I stumble in drunk

before you scold me?

Oh and why is it that you have to turn out all the lights

before you hold me?

And how many years of fears, of falls,

you broke my balls

Oh, I wish you never told me



But before you let me know

Before you let me go

You really should have known



That I'm a no-good used-up bruised-up fucked-up boy

Who gets beat up by just looking at you

Oh, I'm a lonely soul

Lost every single thing I ever did own

But I could never own you



Go on and look him in the eye

Oh, you just might see him cry

Oh, you just might see him smile



One more drink and I'll be fine

One more girl to take you off my mind

One more drink and I'll be fine

One more girl to take you off my mind

One more drink and I'll be fine

One more girl to take you off my mind

Oh, one more girl and I'll be fine

One more drink to take you off my mind

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