About last night…
Something happened between us
Something not quite right
I think I was very drunk
But I’m very sober now
And the look on your face
Tells me I’ve done something wrong
And how

I know I sometimes talk in my sleep
Did I call another woman’s name?
Is that what’s causing you to weep?
I think you know of my affairs
But I’ve always been discreet
Hell, did I discuss them with you
Before we went to sleep?

My last memory is downing scotches
Straight scotches, in the bar
I don’t think you were drinking
Have I taken things too far?

About last night…
Did a love-making attempt upset you?
Did I do something inappropriate?
I don’t think I want to know
Maybe you can give me a clue

You’re giving me the silent treatment
Glaring at me very hard
It’s surely more than my buzz-saw snore
Or my clothes always on the floor

I must’ve been very drunk last night
But I’m very sober now
And the look on your face
Tells me I’ve done something wrong
And how