1, 2, 3, 4Ooh, looking at youAll I see is another excuseMe, I'm not gonna be the queen to the king of apologyI've seen it in flowers, seen it in inkSticky little notes on the kitchen sinkYou're saying you're sorry every time I blinkWell, enough's enoughYou're calling me saying that you'll be lateWhile your supper's getting cold or sitting on the plateSay you're out with the boys, time slipped awayLike it always doesWell, blah, blah, blahOoh, looking at youAll I see is another excuseMe, I'm not gonna be the queen to the king of apologyBaby, you're the king of apologyBaby, take your breath for the pretty little thingYou've been running around withI'm done forgiving, I'm tired of listening to all your liesBaby, you're out, over one more tryI'm packing my bags, I'm saying goodbyeI'm gonna leave this double-wide castle behindBaby, far behindCan't change my mindNo, not this timeOoh, looking at youAll I see is another excuseMe, I'm not gonna be the queen to the king of apologyOoh, looking at youAll I see is another excuseMe, I'm not gonna be the queen to the king of apologyOoh, looking at youAll I see is another excuseMe, I'm not gonna be the queen to the king of apologyBaby, you're the king of apologyHey!