How many times must you call me in the morning before I wake up? And how many times must I look at other girls before we break up? And how many times must you criticise every single thing that you do? Before you... Before you let me know Before you let me go You really should have known And I'm a no-good gambling man with the wrong hand Who's been hurt so many times Why don't you look him in the eyes? Oh, you won't see nothing at all And how many times must I stumble in drunk before you scold me Oh and why is it that you have to turn out all the lights before you hold me? And how many years of fears, of falls, you broke my balls Oh, I wish you never told me But before you let me know Before you let me go You really should have known That I'm a no-good used-up bruised-up fucked-up boy Who gets beat up by just looking at you Oh, I'm a lonely soul Lost every single thing I ever did own But I could never own you Go on and look him in the eye Oh, you just might see him cry Oh, you just might see him smile One more drink and I'll be fine One more girl to take you off my mind One more drink and I'll be fine One more girl to take you off my mind One more drink and I'll be fine One more girl to take you off my mind Oh, one more girl and I'll be fine One more drink to take you off my mind