So you think I'm something special, like I know a thing or two?
Like my eyes don't ever wander, like my aim is always true?
So you think I'm not a dirty rotten scoundrel through and through?
Lady, I've got news for you.
So you think that you're the only one to cry yourself to sleep?
That you're the only one who's scared they all forget you when you leave?
So you think that you're the only one whose heart is black and blue?
Listen, I've got news for you, for you.
I might as well just tell you that it's true,
It's true: listen, I've got news for you.
So you think you don't need anyone to love you?
So you think you don't need anyone to love?
But you do.
So you say there is no hope. Maybe God is dead and gone.
So you think that he can't break a heart that's harder than a stone?
So you feel so wrecked and dirty, he could never make you new?
Man, have I got news for you, for you.
I'm so compelled to tell you that it's true,
So true: listen, I've got news for you.
I tell you I've got news for you.
I've got good news for you.