Oh yea If you got a guilty conscience There's no need to get depressed Won't you drop in anytime Come in and get it off of your chest It's a shame that I can't see you When we're both inside of this box Never knowing what your name is When we have these private talks Chorus: Won't you please come back Cause the sound of your voice has got me wondering why I'm so distracted So won't you please, please come back I'll be waiting next time that you call to discuss how you've acted Confession, come on baby Now, was it her, That sold you kisses at St. Patrick's last bazaar Or the one who drank more whiskey And drove off in a brand new car Or the widow who was weeping For the husband that she lost Or the one at their reception Who was dancing with the dogs [Chorus] Yes, I'll be waiting next time I want your confession Gimme your confession You know that's my profession So use imagination You know I'll be waitingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
