She called me crying
When you left her place and
I started laughing
The thought of your face because I've
Seen it before
I know all of the games that you play

You took her dancing
Lost her in the crowd
And so she called up a ride and
She got out of town
Because you're so good at leaving
And making her feel like she left

So the breaking point
Is a painful place
On the other side
Is a clenched fist fate
And I can't say I'm
Feeling sorry for you babe

You can't blame her for what you did and
I know she told her therapist about you
Why don't you just own up to it
I'm tired of
Making excuses
For silly little men

Break up your party
I'm coming tonight
Because I've got a vendetta
A missle to strike
And I know just what to say
To convince you to cry on the lawn

All of the tears
That you've beckended your way
No I don't believe in karma
But I can't behave
I'll take it into my hands
And show you the big mess that you've made

You can't blame her for what you did and
I know she told her therapist about you
Why don't you just own up to it
I'm tired of
Making excuses
For silly little men

No I won't be mean I promise
Sweat all it is is honesty
Somebody ought to tell you
And if not her I guess it's

You can't blame her for what you did and
I know she told her therapist about you
Why don't you just own up to it
I'm tired of
Making excuses
For silly little men