Preach - Dana Williams

Last time we spoke

You said you felt nothing for me

I said ok, but in my head

I was racing

Like how could this be?

Preach preach preach preach

It seemed like you hated women

And our story was yet to be written

But I had had had enough

'cause you made it tough

And you told me

That you’re sorry

You didn’t come to my show last November

Well I’m sorry, I hardly remember

The good times, oh the good times

But you had lessons to teach

Yeah you would always preach

Preach preach preach preach

You came back, you told me

You have regrets, you have your sorrows

Will I give you another chance, another tomorrow