Don't Tell Me
Your door is locked girl and I deserve it
I've knocked, knocked till my hand is hurting sore
It's just a quarter to four
I'm only late by 8 little hours
But I got a hand full of thirsty flowers
Now baby can't we talk it out
You can tell me I'm a no good thoughtless jerk
That I'm a selfish, stupid loser
And make it hurt, make it hurt
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll say that you're right
And the only way I will be spending the night is
On this side of the door
But don't tell me you don't love me anymore
I ran into the guys on the way here
They were all shooting pool
And drinking cold beer hun
They only offered me one
Next thing I knew above' the crowd I heard last call
They ran us out
I left my keys and my phone on the bar
I had to walk this far
You can tell me I'm a no good thoughtless jerk
That I'm a selfish, stupid loser
And make it hurt, make it hurt
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll say that you're right
And the only way I will be spending the night is
On this side of the door
But don't tell me you don't love me anymore
Open the door I'm beggin please
I'm out here on my knees
Baby, baby, I'm sorry
You can tell me I'm a no good thoughtless jerk
That I'm a selfish, stupid loser
And make it hurt, make it hurt
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll say that you're right
And the only way I will be spending the night is
On this side of the door
But don't tell me you don't love me anymore
But don't tell me you don't love me anymore
I've knocked, knocked till my hand is hurting sore
It's just a quarter to four
I'm only late by 8 little hours
But I got a hand full of thirsty flowers
Now baby can't we talk it out
You can tell me I'm a no good thoughtless jerk
That I'm a selfish, stupid loser
And make it hurt, make it hurt
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll say that you're right
And the only way I will be spending the night is
On this side of the door
But don't tell me you don't love me anymore
I ran into the guys on the way here
They were all shooting pool
And drinking cold beer hun
They only offered me one
Next thing I knew above' the crowd I heard last call
They ran us out
I left my keys and my phone on the bar
I had to walk this far
You can tell me I'm a no good thoughtless jerk
That I'm a selfish, stupid loser
And make it hurt, make it hurt
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll say that you're right
And the only way I will be spending the night is
On this side of the door
But don't tell me you don't love me anymore
Open the door I'm beggin please
I'm out here on my knees
Baby, baby, I'm sorry
You can tell me I'm a no good thoughtless jerk
That I'm a selfish, stupid loser
And make it hurt, make it hurt
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll say that you're right
And the only way I will be spending the night is
On this side of the door
But don't tell me you don't love me anymore
But don't tell me you don't love me anymore
Credits
Writer(s): James Dean Hicks, James Houston Scoggin, Joel Thomas Crouse
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