Baby girl Oh why you wanna go and rock my world Sometimes I don't think that you understand Just what you're doing to me Baby girl Somehow you make me go and eat my words And fall right back into your fragile hands Why you do this to me? Not again
Sooner or later I'll do you a favor And we can work it all out Tell me you're sorry I'll throw you a party And I, I'll sort it all out
So, just call Just call And I'm sorting it out Just call It's the little things Just call And I'm sorting it out
Baby girl Sometimes I don't think that you understand I'm standing under you Baby girl Go and cut your slice of humble pie I'll be around, but
If you call and I'm nowhere to be found Just lean on my shoulder
Sooner or later I'll do you a favor And we can work it all out Tell me you're sorry I'll throw you a party And I, I'll sort it all out
Just call Just call And I'm sorting it out Just call It's the little things Just call And I'm sorting it outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
