I made you cry I made you blue But please don't fly as you seem inclined to do 'Cause I'd rather die Than say goodbye to you I'm so repentant That Van Gogh theft Was nothing to my crime One solid left should make my eye-teeth chime I must confess You caught me good this time I'm so repentant It's not as if these slips of mine Reflect a bit on you It's just sometimes these lips of mine Don't care whose lips they do So take a whack I really think you should My record's black My head's a block of wood But then take me back I may be no damned good But I'm so repentant It's not as if these slips of mine Could make my life more sweet It's just sometimes these hips of mine Don't care whose hips they heat I made you cry I made you blue But I'd rather lie with you than lie to you I'd rather die than say goodbye to you I'm so repentant I'd rather die Than say goodbye I'm so repentant