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Please Mr. Please
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(Welch/Rostill)
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In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
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With the best of country music, old and new
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You can hear your five selections for a quarter
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And somebody else's songs when yours are through
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I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
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And my friends around to help me ease the pain
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'Til some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song
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And here I am just missing you again
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Please, Mr., please, don't play B-17
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It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
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Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
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I don't ever wanna hear that song again
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If I had a dime for every time I held you
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Though you're far away, you've been so close to me
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I could swear I'd be the richest girl in Nashville
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Maybe even in the state of Tennessee
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But I guess I'd better get myself together
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'Cause when you left, you didn't leave too much behind
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Just a note that said "I'm sorry" by your picture
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And a song that's weighing heavy on my mind
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Please, Mr., please, don't play B-17
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It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
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Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
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I don't ever wanna hear that song again
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Please Mr. Please
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| Olivia Newton John |
