Please Mr. Please - Juliana Hatfield

In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox

With the best of country music, old and new

You can hear your five selections for a quarter

And somebody else’s songs when yours are through

I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter

And my friends around to help me ease the pain

Till some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song

And here I am just missing you again

Please, Mr., please, don’t play B-17

It was our song, it was his song, but it’s over

Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean

I don’t ever wanna hear that song again

If I had a dime for every time I held you

Though you’re far away, you’ve been so close to me

I could swear I’d be the richest girl in Nashville

Maybe even in the state of Tennessee

But I guess I’d better get myself together

'Cause when you left, you didn’t leave too much behind

Just a note that said «I'm sorry» by your picture

And a song that’s weighing heavy on my mind

Please, Mr., please, don’t play B-17

It was our song, it was his song, but it’s over

Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean

I don’t ever wanna hear that song again