Tell me all the ways that I could be better, better at loving youAnd it's still bad, sometimes I forget the little things I ought to doGot a heart full of soul and a head full of nonsenseI never know what's gonna win throughSo tell me all the ways that I could be better, better at loving youWhen I whisper in your ear, should I tell you sweet nothingsOr say what's really on my mindShould I always tell the truth, it's a little white lieCruel to be kindIt's not safe to assume that I'll always figure outWhat I want on a day or twoBetter tell me all the ways that I could be better, better at loving youThe ways of the worldI've always been a mystery to meIt's a miracleJust how I am day to dayBut here I am and here I'll stayI caught you on a phone, we made a conversationSo much never gets saidWe talk about work, we talk about the weatherWe always take our lovers readyBut when I get old, I can always find somethingI really, really, really must doInstead of trying all the waysI can be better, better at loving youAll the ways of the worldMy father's been the best to meTo me, it's a miracleJust how I getTo me, it's a miracleDay to dayHere I am, here I'll stayTell me all the waysThat I can be better, better at loving youHey Mr. ManSometimes I forgetThe little things I ought to doGot a heart and a soulAnd a handful of dancesYou never know what's gonna win throughSo tell me all the waysThat I can be better, better at loving youBetter at loving youBetter at loving, better at lovingBetter at loving you