Ten p.m., you're late again, She must have been a sight
Don't tell me I'm wrong, I know I'm right
Your son's in bed, I must have read that story twenty times
And now you're telling me a story that I must admit is twice as
Boring as the one you told me yesterday and yet
I know the way a man like you can get
I almost wanted to leave you but I think I might believe you if you
Tell me that you're sorry
Tell me that you're sorry
Careless is the way you treat my mind, my soul, my heart
Plain and pretty, isn't very smart
Words so wise, apologizing for neglecting time
But I know what you are doing and the contract you're pursuing and
Although she's not important when it comes to you and me
Turn your back on her for once and see
One more push and this one shoves you
Face the one who loves you and then…
Tell me that you're sorry
Tell me that you're sorry
Don't tell me that you love me
Don't tell me that you need me
I'm not some silly schoolgirl you just got done making love to
Don't tell me that you love me
Don't tell me that you need me
Tell me sorry