I'll cross my heart and hope to die.

Cross My Heart
Everything but the Girl

Now and then,
Do you wash your hands of me again?
Wish me anywhere but home,
Drunk and on the end of your phone?

From time to time,
Do you guess what's really on my mind?
Guess that "How you keeping now?"
Means "Where are you sleeping now?"

But of course it's not polite
To ask you where you spent last night.
And if I did you might reply
That I have no right.
And anyway I'm fine,
Glad that you're no longer mine.
If I should tell a lie,
I'll cross my heart and hope to die.

You'd be appalled
If you knew what I was doing
When you called.
Yes, I can see I'm blundering,
Always end up wondering

Will it ever be alright
To ask you where you spent last night?
And can it be polite
The way we never write.
Of course I don't have the time,
And anyway I'm fine.
If I should tell a lie,
I'll cross my hear and hope to die.

I hope we never die.