Elvis Costello - Boy With A Problem

I feel like a boy with a problem I can't remember what I've forgotten All because I slapped your face and made you cry

It's the last thing I want to do Pull the curtains on me and you Pull the carpet from under love Pull the bow out of Cupid's view

You swore you wouldn't shout It's not your punch then it's your pout Days in silence try my temper Nights spent drinking to remember How memories are always tender

I crept out last night behind your back The little they know might be the piece I lack Came home drunk Staggering words I've had a drink Invited some girls tonight I've got a problem but let's go to bed I can roll over and I can play dead But here I am in the doghouse instead

I feel like a boy with a problem I can't recall what I've forgotten Sleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me