Tape Runs Out

Baby, can you fill me in on last night? Somewhere after nine, the tape runs out You say I made you cry, but that it's no big deal Laughing as you kiss me on the mouth Oh, I never met a sin I'm above trying If you need convincing, I've got plenty proof How come you can always tell when I am lying And I hardly ever ask you for the truth? Oh, no one likes to hear that they ain't good enough Least when they already know it's true You bought low and figured you would fix it up And now you think there's nothing you can do Now I'm mouth-breathing on the sofa in the pitch dark While the credits scroll the TV in the den Oh, I think I remember all the good parts But I need you to tell me how it ends Ooh, baby, I need you to tell me how it ends