Sort It Out

Baby girl

Oh why you wanna go and rock my world

Sometimes I don't think that you understand

Just what you're doing to me

Baby girl

Somehow you make me go and eat my words

And fall right back into your fragile hands

Why you do this to me?

Not again

Sooner or later

I'll do you a favor

And we can work it all out

Tell me you're sorry

I'll throw you a party

And I, I'll sort it all out

So, just call

Just call

And I'm sorting it out

Just call

It's the little things

Just call

And I'm sorting it out

Baby girl

Sometimes I don't think that you understand

I'm standing under you

Baby girl

Go and cut your slice of humble pie

I'll be around, but

If you call and I'm nowhere to be found

Just lean on my shoulder

Sooner or later

I'll do you a favor

And we can work it all out

Tell me you're sorry

I'll throw you a party

And I, I'll sort it all out

Just call

Just call

And I'm sorting it out

Just call

It's the little things

Just call

And I'm sorting it out