Please Mr. Please Songtext
von Juliana Hatfield

In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country music, old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
And somebody else′s songs when yours are through
I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
And my friends around to help me ease the pain
'Til some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song
And here I am just missing you again
Please, Mr., please, don′t play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don't ever wanna hear that song again


If I had a dime for every time I held you
Though you′re far away, you′ve been so close to me
I could swear I'd be the richest girl in Nashville
Maybe even in the state of Tennessee
But I guess I′d better get myself together
'Cause when you left, you didn′t leave too much behind
Just a note that said "I'm sorry" by your picture
And a song that′s weighing heavy on my mind
Please, Mr., please, don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don′t ever wanna hear that song again