1, 2, 3, 4
Oooh lookin' at you,
all I see is another excuse.
Me, I'm not gonna be
the queen to the king of apology.
I've seen it in flowers,
seen it in ink.
Sticky little notes,
on the kitchen sink.
You're sayin' you're sorry
every time I blink.
Well enough's enough.
You're calling me sayin'
that you'll be late.
While your supper's gettin cold
just sittin' on the plate.
Say you're out with the boys,
time slipped away.
Like it always does.
Well blah, blah, blah.
Oooh lookin' at you,
all I see is another excuse.
Me, I'm not gonna be
the queen to the king of apology.
Baby, you're the king of apology.
Baby save your breath
for the pretty little thing
you've been runnin' around with.
I'm done forgiving.
I'm tired of listenin',
to all your lies.
Baby you're out of one more tries,
I'm packin' my bags, I'm sayin' goodbye.
Gonna leave this double wide castle behind.
Baby far behind. Can't change my mind.
No, not this time.
Oooh lookin' at you,
all I see is another excuse.
Me, I'm not gonna be
the queen to the king of apology.
Oooh lookin' at you,
all I see is another excuse.
Me, I'm not gonna be
the queen to the king of apology.
Oooh lookin' at you,
all I see is another excuse.
Me, I'm not gonna be
the queen to the king of apology.
Baby, you're the king of apology.