Sort It Out

Baby girl
Oh why you wanna go and rock my world
Sometimes I dont think that you understand
Just what youre 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
Ill do you a favor
And we can work it all out
Tell me youre sorry
Ill throw you a party
And I, Ill sort it all out
So, just call
Just call
And Im sorting it out
Just call
Its the little things
Just call
And Im sorting it out
Baby girl
Sometimes I dont think that you understand
Im standing under you
Baby girl
Go and cut your slice of humble pie
Ill be around, but
If you call and Im nowhere to be found
Just lean on my shoulder
Sooner or later
Ill do you a favor
And we can work it all out
Tell me youre sorry
Ill throw you a party
And I, Ill sort it all out
Just call
Just call
And Im sorting it out
Just call
Its the little things
Just call
And Im sorting it out