Text: Timo Räisänen. I'm Indian. I'm Sorry Shirley.

I'm sorry Shirley, I guess I must have skipped the date.
I'm sorry Shirley, I guess I found another bait.

But to be honest all the times we spent in happiness I count them on my hand.
And you can't expect, with no regret, I save my head by hiding in the sand.
I just couldn't do that.

So here I am, about to sink, can't feel the joy you kept in store for me.
I know that I've been rotten, girl, but here's the part where I come clean.

I'm sorry Anna. Shit.
I'm sorry Anna, forgot to tell you about my vows.
Thet went to Shirley, now I regret I've been a lousy son.

But to be honest all the times we spent in misery I count them on my hand.
And you can't expect, with no regret, I save my head by hiding in the sand.
I just couldn't do that.

So here I am, about to sink, can't feel the joy you kept in store for me.
I know that I've been rotten, girl, but here's the part where I come clean.
I know that I've been rotten, girl, but here's the part where I come clean.