I am imagining a man
Sits like a statue at his typewriter
Trying to think how to begin
And write his wife a fine letter

If you are reading this I'm gone
They locked me up and threw away the keys my love
But it's true what I have done
I'm still the man, the man that I was

I am a sinner now it's true
Hand me a code before the time wastes you
I swear I never hurt a fly
I'm gonna miss you, love and kisses goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

'Cause there's plenty more bad mistakes
For us to make to before we come undone
More bad mistakes
For us to make
It's our idea of fun
More bad mistakes
For us to make
It's our condition
More bad mistakes
For us to make before we fuck it all up

A woman sitting at her window
Thinking her son is going straight to hell now
Praying to god, "What have I done?"
My boy's going down down down down with the devil

I called to say I'm getting married
To a nice fellow I met in the navy
And now I'm proud to say, "I do"
With or without you
With or without you mother
With or without you

'Cause there's plenty more bad mistakes
For us to make to before we come undone
More bad mistakes
For us to make
It's our idea of fun
More bad mistakes
It's our condition
More bad mistakes
For us to make before we fuck it all up