JUST LET ME KNOW
© 1996 Dan Hocott (BMI)
What is the problem? You can tell me…
It’s been three days since I heard you speak.
Don’t say “Nothing”…I know it’s not true.
I know it’s something but I haven’t a clue.
Was it something I said to you?
Or something I did or forgot to do?
If she would just let me know,
If it’s something I did that I don’t know.
If she would just tell me so,
I know I could fix it if I knew what was broke.
Can somebody tell me? I don’t understand
Why a woman can’t be more like a man.
Just say what you mean and mean what you say.
It’s so easy to figure it out that way.
But sometimes I feel like I’m playing charades.
Excuse-moi if I look dismayed.
Now it’s half science and it’s half art,
Trying to know a woman’s heart.
What she says is not what she feels,
And I’m supposed to know what her words conceal.
What is she thinking? I make my best guess,
But I can’t help feeling it’s some kind of test!
And so the answer is clear to see –
A heartless head spells catastrophe.
It’s not who wins, or who submits,
For love is never a battle of wits.
Before you question her reason or rhyme,
Love is the answer every time.