Confession (Please Come Back)

Oh, yeah, if you got a guilty conscience

There's no need to get depressed

Won't you drop in anytime

Come in and get it off of your chest



It's a shame that I can't see you

When we're both inside of this box

Never knowing what your name is

When we have these private talks



Won't you please come back?

'Cause the sound of your voice

Has got me wondering

Why I'm so distracted



So won't you please, please come back

I'll be waiting next time that you call

To discuss how you've acted

Confession, come on baby



Now, was it her, that sold you kisses

At Saint Patrick's last bazaar

Or the one who drank more whiskey

And drove off in a brand new car



Or the widow who was weeping

For the husband that she lost

Or the one at their reception

Who was dancing with the dogs



Yes, I'll be waiting next time

I want your confession

Gimme your confession



You know that's my profession

So use imagination

You know I'll be waiting