Behind The Eight Ball

Everything that I tell you, girl, every word that you hear Every little whisper, let me make myself clear There ain't no lies to deceive you, I love you too much for that Every word that I say is true, you can believe me on that My friends tell me jealous lies Now I'm getting my goodbyes Life without you, my dear Was dull, as dull as can be I ask you, my love, why not take me now Not to leave me in misery Saxophone! If you take in all they say, I guess I'll be on my way Please, my darling, it's not true I don't know this girl called Sue