Текст песни Don't Tell Our Friends About Me - Andrew Combs

Well he older I am, the wiser I'm not
And I felt ashamed at how angry I got
I know I wasn't gettin' my message across
I know you can't stand me when that's how I talk
When I summon a duel, when I brandish a thought
I was wrong to turn honesty against you
Sure, some of them could use a good talk

But babe, don't tell all our friends about me
Please, baby, don't tell our friends about me

I could sleep on the couch if you want me to
I can be a good dog and just sit with you
Do whatever it is that you ask me to do
'Til you forgive me and I forgive you
I know you got the beatin' but I caught a feelin'
Frankly, I don't know what else I can confess to you
Lovers may quarrel and spar sometimes

But babe, don't tell all our friends about me
Please, baby, don't tell our friends about me

And I know I fucked up
Know I fucked up
Know I fucked up
I know I fucked up
I know I fucked up
I know I fucked up
I know I fucked up
I know I fucked up
But please, baby, don't tell all our friends about me

You said you just needed some time to adjust
It's forty-eight hours, three weeks, two months
Hummingbirds hum and worker bees buzz
You put too much confidence in the people you trust
All the enemies and friends, they all tend to judge
I'll write songs that'll help me deal with issues
And sure, some people may hear too much

But babe, they don't tell all our friends about us
You know it makes them talk too much
Oh please, baby, don't tell our friends about me
Please, baby, don't tell all our friends about me

Yeah, I know I fucked up
Know I fucked up
Know I fucked up
I know I fucked up
I know I fucked up
I know I fucked up
Know I fucked up
I know I fucked up
But please, baby, don't tell all our friends about me