It's my own fault, I don't blame you for treating me the way you do
It's my own fault, I don't blame you for treating me the way you do
When you was deep in love with me, at that time, little girl, I didn't love you
You used to make your paycheck and then bring it all home to me
You know I would go up on the corner, make every woman drunk I see
That's my own fault. honey, I don't blame you for treating me the way you do
When you was deep in love with me, at that time, little girl, I didn't love you
You know I used to take you out, little girl, and keep you weeks after weeks
You were so scared to quit me, little darling, I may make a 'fore day creep
That's my own fault, girl, honey, I don't blame you for treating me the way you do
When you was deep in love with me, at that time, little girl, I wouldn't be true
(Tell her everything, man

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