He's a tall drink of gin
With a world-weary grin
And he always says just what he means
Even as he draws you nearer
Sees himself in the mirror
I think, "How did he get in those jeans?"
Yeah, yeah

You know I met him at a distance
Required no assistance
To want to make Bobby my own
Then he opened up his mouth
Things quickly went south
Now, how do I make Bobby go home?
Yeah, yeah

And now you get to be excused
Of all the childish abuse
But I still stand accused
You know it doesn't even matter now

Although I may be shameless
This time I know I'm blameless
Yet somehow I'm still on the hook
'Cause when a breakup's on the table
The lady's always called "unstable"
So don't go givin' me that look
Yeah, yeah

And now you get to be excused
Of all the childish abuse
But I still stand accused

I really thought that I had learned the game
You were my four-leaf clover
You make a move and then I do the same
I should have taken it much, much slower
It should have ended before it was over

And now you get to be excused
Of all the childish abuse
But I still stand accused
And now you get to be excused
Of all the childish abuse
But I still stand accused
You know it doesn't even matter now

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Writer(s): Bridget Kearney, Michael Daniel Calabrese, Mike S Olson, Rachel Claire Price