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
