Im Sorry — текст песни (Jessica Riddle)

Im sorry I cook for shit.

Im sorry my sewing isnt like your mothers.

Ill call her up.





Im sorry I dress kinda boyish.

Im sorry my hair isnt long like the girls in your magazine.

Ill grow it out.





I know I cant run the world,

cause I cant even decide what

To make for dinner.

I know that you are stonger than me

Because you are a man.

Thank God you are a man.





Im sorry your world is a mess.

Dont worry, Ill pour you a beer

So that it doesnt fizz up.

You taught me well.





Im sorry you dropped the glass on the floor.

Ill sweep it up before you can say clean it up you stupid bitch.

Youll be so proud.





I know I cant run the world,

cause I cant even decide what

To make for dinner.

I know that you are stonger than me

Because you are a man.

I know I cant run the world,

cause you tell me I suck

And your such a winner.

I know that you are stonger than me

Because you are a man.





Im sorry Im not good with make-up.

Im sorry I dont wear any sexy lingerie.

Ill lose some weight.





I know I cant run the world,

cause I cant even decide what

To make for dinner.

I know that you are stonger than me

Because you are a man.

I know I cant run the world,

cause you tell me I suck

And your such a winner.

I know that you are stonger than me

Because you are a man.

Thank God you are a man.

What would I do without a man?