Tekster: Shakespears Sister. Hormonally Yours. My 16th Apology.

Things were going pretty well 'till I died
On that summer afternoon
When you broke down before my eyes

Well I got a streak of meanness
A clumsy way of speaking
And I don't know where I get it from
It must run in my family

Do I have to go down on my knees?
This is my 16th apology to you
With friends like me who needs enemies

I got a river the size of my rage
Which is really something else
When you think of my tender age

Well I got a way about me
But it's hard for me to see it
And I don't know when, I'm wrong
Why am I so hard to please?

Do I have to go down on my knees?
This is my 16th apology to you
With friends like me who needs enemies

The things I said about you
Were all sand yesterday
I didn't mean to hurt you
Maybe we could work it out someday

Do I have to go down on my knees?
This is my 16th apology to you
With friends like me who needs enemies