Sometimes it gets real hard and I need some kind of output For an input twice the size of my one-inch mind So slap me on the hand, put it right back down my pants Turn me right around, kick me in the ass Well, today I say sweet things, but tomorrow I'll be making up excuses for my actions 'cause it's been so long Since I have been in love, that special kind of feeling It's my best excuse, I'm on the wagon again Well, today I say sweet things, but tomorrow I'll be making up excuses for my actions 'cause it's been so long Since I have been in love, that special kind of feeling It's my best excuse, I'm on the wagon again Well, I got no real excuse, I'm on the wagon again