I've called you so many times today And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say That you don't ever want to see me again And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten I guess you'd call it cowardice But I'm not prepared to go on like this
Beggin, beggin you Put your loving hand out baby Beggin, beggin you Put your loving hand out darling
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam] I need you, (yeeah) to understand Tried so hard To be your man The kind of man you want in the end Only then can I begin to live again
I can't, I can't I can't stand losing I can't stand losing you
I see you've sent my letters back And my LP records and they're all scratched I can't see the point in another day When nobody listens to a word I say You can call it lack of confidence But to carry on living doesn't make no sense
I can't, I can't I can't stand losing
I guess this is our last goodbye And you don't care so I won't cry But you'll be sorry when I'm dead And all this guilt will be on your head I guess you'd call it suicide But I'm too full to swallow my pride
I can't, I can't I can't stand losing I can't stand losing you