âSo sorry for your trouble Tell me to take a walk And I would understand Of course itÂŽs good to talk Here take my handkerchief
No, I donÂŽt need it back Please donÂŽt worry
So sorry for your trouble And I was wondering And I would understand If you might have one to hand If you had a photograph? Of course IÂŽd bring it back Please donÂŽt worry
And I wonder, if I stay in this How hard boiled will I become? As hard boiled as some My friends in the newsroom The Colins and Bobs All done their black tie jobs
I have to go, so sorry Walking back to the car And I can hear your sobs I hate these black tie jobs