Hell Jim, that's like mine but better. Perhaps we'll both win.
Humble Pie
We’re so sorry, oh so sorry, we’re so very, very sorry.
No-one else could feel the pain we do.
There’s no language we can borrow for the sharpness of our sorrow
For the sorry things we did to you.
Oh we wish we hadn’t done it. No we never should have done it,
But we did it and we can’t say more.
We deplore it and we rue it and we wish we could undo it
Which we think is what we said before.
You’re so kind and you’re so clever, if you ever, ever, ever
Could endeavour to forgive us, then
What a wonder would our life be, how harmonious and strife-free,
For we’ll never be as bad again!
How we wilt at your displeasure, our remorse is beyond measure,
We’ll be sorry till our dying day.
Don’t reject us or disown us, don’t deprive us of our bonus
And we’ll promise anything you say.
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