They say that you've been seen with some other man
That he's tall dark and handsome, and you're holding his hand
Darlin' I'm counting on you, tell me that it isn't true

To know that some other man is holding you tight,
It hurts me all over, it doesn't seem right.

All of those awful things that I have heard;
I don't want to believe them, all I want is your word.
So, darlin', you'd better come through, Tell me that it isn't true.