(Boy) Will someone please call a surgon?
Who can crack my ribs and
Repair this broken heart,
That you're deserting.
For better company.
I can't accept that its over.
And now I'll block the door,
Like a goalie tending the net.
In the 3rd quarter.
In a tie game rivalry.
So, just say how to make it right.
And I'll swear I'll do
My best to comply.
Tell me am I right.
To think that there could
Be nothing better
Than making you my bride,
And slowly growing old together.
(Girl) I feel I must interject here.
You're getting carried away
Feeling sorry for yourself.
With this revisions,
And gaps in history.
So let me help you remember.
I've made charts and graphs
That should finally make it clear.
I've prepared a lecture,
On why I have to leave.
(Girl)So please back away, and let me go.
(Boy)I can't my darling, I love you so.
(Both)Oh oh..
(Boy) Tell me am I right.
To think that there could
Be nothing better
Than making you my bride,
And slowly growing old together.
(Girl) Don't you feed me lies
About some idealistic future.
You're heart won't heal right
If you keep tearing out the sutures.
(Boy) I know that I've made mistakes.
And, I swear I'll never wrong you again.
(Girl) You've got a lure I can't deny
But you've had your chance,
So say goodbye.
Say goodbye.
