Call on the fates, this'll take a second   While I fall on my face, like everyone else   And we can talk all we want but all I can say   Is that I'm sorry and I'm sorry but I'm never gonna do it again      Counting on my relative friends   When this keeps coming up again and again   If everybody knows how it's gonna end   Why doesn't someone stop me?      Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor   For the sixth or seventh night in a row   I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes   Someone stop me      It's hard to rely on the rhythm section   When they're all packing up and they're heading for the exit   Yeah, we're all just the same, a bunch of slaves to fashion   Who are tall, dark and scared and just praying for some action      How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?   How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?   How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?   How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?      I'm counting on my relative friends   'Cause this keeps coming up again and again   If everybody knows how it's gonna end   Why doesn't someone stop me?      Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor   For the sixth or seventh night in a row   I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes   Someone stop me      I can't keep counting on my relative friends   'Cause this keeps coming up again and again   If everybody knows how it's gonna end   Why doesn't someone stop me?      Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor   For the sixth or seventh night in a row   I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes   Someone stop me