If I got on my knees, and come crawling to you, little girl, Would you love me once again? ‘Cause I do anything to prove that I love you still, And I’m sorry for the fool I’ve been.
Had I slept in a month of Sundays, and I know one day I’m'a gonna lose my sanity, I can’t stop dreaming about you, and life without you, Just don’t mean a thing to me!
So if I promise to be a good boy, and never hurt you anymore, Would things be like they were before? If I promise to be a good boy, and be the way you want me to, Would I still have a chance with you?
‘Cause I don’t know what made me fool enough to think, That I could live without your love, I must have cried a million tears since I’ve goodbye, Yes, and misery feeds me like a glove!
So if I promise to be a good boy, and never hurt you anymore, Would things be like they were before? If I promise to be a good boy, and never hurt you anymore, Would things be like they were before?