Tell Me Why

I took a chance
I took a shot
And you might think I'm bullet-proof
But I'm not

You took a swing
I took it hard
And down here from the ground
I see who you are

I'm sick and tired of your attitude
I'm feelin like I don't know you
You tell me that you love me
Then,cut me down

And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know
You got a meanstreak
Makes me run for cover when you're around

And here's to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see
What you're doing to me

Tell me why?

You could write a book on how to
Ruin someone's perfect daiaaeey
I get so confused and frustrated
Forget what I'm trying to say, oh

I'm sick and tired of your reasons
I got no one to believe in
You tell me that you want me
Then, push me around

And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know
You got a meanstreak
Makes me run for cover when you're around

Here's to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said laast niight
And I know that you see
What you're doing to me

Tell me why?

Whyyy do you have to make me feel small?
So you can feel whole insiide?
Whyyy do you have to put down my dreams?
So you're the only thign on my mind?

I'm sick and tired of your attitude
I'm feeling I don't know you
You tell me that you love me
Then, cut me down

I'm sick and tired of your reasons
I got no one to believe in
You ask me for my love
Then, you push me around

Here's to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last niight
And I know that you see
What you're doing to me

Tell me why? Why? Tell me why?

I take a step back
Let you go
I told you I'm not bulletproof
Now you know...

Our song

I was riding shot-gun,
With my hair undone,
In the front seat of his car,



He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart

I looked around, turned the radio down
He says,"Baby,is something wrong?",
I say,"Nothing,I was thinking how we don't have a song



And he says...



Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneaking out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk reeaalll slow
'Cause it's late and your momma don't know,



Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home 'fore I said 'Amen'
Askin' God if He...
...Could play it again


I was walkign up the pront door steps
After everythin' that day...
...Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
Or lost or thrown a-waaaay


Got to the hallway, well-on my way
To my lovin bed
I almost didn't notice
All the roses and the note that saaaid


Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk reeaaal slow
Cuz it's late and your momma don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home 'fore I said Amen
Asking God if He...
...Could play it again


I've heard every album
Listened to the radio
Waitin for something to come along...
...That was as good as Our Song

Our Song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on a-his a-window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow!
Cuz it's late and his momma don't know


Our song is the way he laughs
The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
So when I got home 'fore I said Amen
Asking God if He...
...Could play it again


Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah


I was riding shot-gun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I took a pen and an an old napkin
And wrote down Our song...

You're not sorry lyrics

All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances everytime and all you do is let me down
And it's taken me this long,baby,but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again but not this time around


You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore



And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I won't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry,no,no,no.no



And you're looking so innocent
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold


And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know,oh
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before



But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore


And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I won't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry,no,no,no



You're not sorry,no,no,no
You had me crawling for you,honey
And it never would've gone away,no


You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade


So you don't have to call anymore

I won't pick up the phone

This is the last straw

There's nothing left to beg for

And you can tell me that you're sorry

But I don't believe you baby

Like I did before

You're not sorry,no,no,oh

You're not sorry,no,no,oh

No,oh,no,oh,no,oh

Whoa,no,no