I made you cry
I made you blue
But please don't fly as you seem inclined to do
'Cause I'd rather die
Than say goodbye to you
I'm so repentant
That Van Gogh theft
Was nothing to my crime
One solid left should make my eye-teeth chime
I must confess
You caught me good this time
I'm so repentant
It's not as if these slips of mine
Reflect a bit on you
It's just sometimes these lips of mine
Don't care whose lips they do
So take a whack
I really think you should
My record's black
My head's a block of wood
But then take me back
I may be no damned good
But I'm so repentant
It's not as if these slips of mine
Could make my life more sweet
It's just sometimes these hips of mine
Don't care whose hips they heat
I made you cry
I made you blue
But I'd rather lie with you than lie to you
I'd rather die than say goodbye to you
I'm so repentant
I'd rather die
Than say goodbye
I'm so repentant