Last time we spoke You said you felt nothing for me I said ok, but in my head I was racing Like how could this be? Preach preach preach preach It seemed like you hated women And our story was yet to be written But I had had had enough 'Cause you made it tough And you told me That you're sorry You didn't come to my show last November Well I'm sorry, I hardly remember The good times, oh the good times But you had lessons to teach Yeah you would always preach Preach preach preach preach You came back, you told me You have regrets, you have your sorrows Will I give you another chance, another tomorrow