Tell Me Now

If you’re gonna break my heart, baby, break it.

I’m man enough to take it somehow.

If you’re gonna have to leave, then leave me, baby.

All I’m asking you is: tell me now!
Tell me now!

She’s the ritzy-glitzy-type prom queen
from the “Chic-y-Mickey” High.

Wherever she walks, heads are turnin’

And I’m just a regular guy.

Hard to believe I even caught her attention

But now we’re an item, I can’t take the tension.

If you’re gonna break my heart, baby, break it.

I’m man enough to take it somehow.

If you’re gonna have to leave, then leave me, baby.

All I’m asking you is: tell me now!
Tell me now!

Nothing worse than loving that someone,

Who feels that loving you may be wrong.
It hurts to learn that you’re just the “right one”

Til’ someone better comes along.

Better an ending with heartache and pain,

Than a pain without end, let’s not pretend.

If you’re gonna break my heart, baby, break it.

I’m man enough to take it somehow.

If you’re gonna have to leave, then leave me, baby.

All I’m asking you is: tell me now!
Tell me now!

Please tell me now!

Come on, baby, tell me now!

Tell me now, tell me now!

Music, lyrics, arrangement by Frank Schaefer (BMI) ©2007

Performance:
Franklyn Schaefer: lead and background vocals, acoustic guitar
Background vocals: Clydette Overturf, Gina Young,
Chris Pati: drums, bass guitar, electric guitar, organ

Published by JavaCasa Music (BMI). Produced, mixed, and mastered by Chris Pati at Modern Voices Recording Studio, NY; co-produced by JavaCasa Music Studio, PA.