Sort It Out

Baby girl Oh, why you wanna go and rock my world? Sometimes I don't think that you understand Just what you're doing to me Oh, oh, baby girl Somehow you make me go and eat my words And fall right back into your fragile hands Why you do this to me? Not again Sooner or later I'll do you a favor And we can work it all out Tell me you're sorry I'll throw you a party And I, I'll sort it all out So, just call Just call And I'm sorting it out Just call It's the little things Just call And I'm sorting it out Baby girl, yeah Sometimes I don't think that you understand I'm standing under you Baby girl Go and cut your slice of humble pie I'll be around, but If you call, and I'm nowhere to be found Just lean on my shoulder Sooner or later I'll do you a favor And we can work it all out (just call) Tell me you're sorry I'll throw you a party And I, I'll sort it all out Just call Just call And I'm sorting it out Just call It's the little things Just call And I'm sorting it out