Please Mr Please

Please mr. please olivia newton-john(welch/rostill) 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