Well you're a young cowpoke in the Lord's corral And there ain't nothing to stop you now But you rolled around like a squeaky wheel Till she bit the spurs right off your heel She was fine till you made her mean She couldn't fit in your two-toned dream All you do is beg and plead You ask for water but she gave you gasoline Say please Say please Say please You got your name written on your shirt It's Mr. Look-At-Me-I'm Hurt You better drop that sorry scheme, Close your eyes and get down on your knees Say please Say please Say please