David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
David Byron
I got your letter this moning
And it knocked me down to the floor
We had such a good thing going
Now you have to kick me out the door
I loved you so much, now I'm hurting
You could've been part of my life
The only thing I didn't really do, girl
Was to make you my loving wife
But Rebecca, it's gonna get better
Rebecca, yeah, it's gonna get better
I got your message this morning
And it's causing me so much pain
I did the wrong thing, now I'm calling
Oh, please take me back again
With you I'll take my chances
And I'll be a good boy this time
No more midnight romances
Give me a drink, and it'll turn out fine
'Cause Rebecca, I'm gonna get better
Rebecca, yeah, I'm gonna get better
I got your letter this moning
And it knocked me down to the floor
We had such a good thing going
Now you have to kick me out the door
I loved you so much, now I'm hurting
You could've been part of my life
The only thing I didn't really do, girl
Was to make you my loving wife
Rebecca, it's gonna get better
Rebecca, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's gonna get better