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