Please Mr. Please Lyrics - 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 

'Til 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 

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