Michaela, I'm sorry. I spent up all your money
On a hooker in Memphis. She bore a strong resemblance
To your sister, and I remember everything that she wore:
Just hot pants, and high boots, and not much more
But if you forgive me, I swear that I'll remember
Everything about you
Michaela, I'm sorry. I wrecked your old jalopy
I was running from a hooker who said I owed her money
And I guess I got going a little too fast
I was drunk and got confused between the brake and the gas
But if you forgive me, I swear that I will buy you something
Clean and new
Michaela, I'm, sorry, but I got thrown in prison
On account of the hooker was really a policeman
And the judge was mean. He threw the book at me
Now I'm out on parole, but I can't leave Tennessee
But if you forgive me, I swear that I will ever be
Kind and true
Michaela, now I realize you probably found some other guy
And I ain't got a leg to stand on
But I came down here to buy a ring, and thought I'd have a final fling
It just took a little longer than I'd planned on
So now Junior, tell your mama I'm really very sorry
About Memphis and the hooker, about her old jalopy
But I'll buy her that ring. I'll make my amends
If she can find it in her heart to send
Some money. Michaela, I spent up all your money