Bent Out Of Shape

I’m so bent all out of shape
Baby can you set me straight
Set me back up on the square
I hope it’s not too late
We had a quarrel, a lover’s spat
Now i’m wondering
Where my mind was at Let’s set this thing right
Before the night is through
Every now and then
I feel this way
I cried the whole night long
Every now and then
I call your name
I’m sorry, i’m sorry
I’m not ashamed
Tell me now
Don’t hesitate
I’m so bent all out of shape
If you still care
Set this straight
I hope it’s not too late