Blame Game

What’s the matter with you?
Everything that you do
You’re so petulant yes
and I repent for all the time that I spent with you
What’s the matter with me?
I’ve got no self esteem
I’m a man without a dream you know exactly what I mean
No-one ever really cared about me.
What am I to do?
This is not my fault.
This is all your fault.
This is not your fault.
This is all my fault.
You want a rudeboy to be rude
To be a fashionable dude
Your wandering eye’s got me wondering why I ever put up with your mood.
Well you make me so sad
And if it’s over then I’m glad
Better to have loved and been bossed,
at any rate I never lost, guess you didn’t know what you had.
What am I to do?
What am I to do with you?
This is not my fault.
This is all your fault.
This is not your fault.
This is all my fault.
Don’t bite off more than you can chew
It’s never a wise thing to do
Got eyes bigger than your stomach
now it’s somewhat of a mystery to you that we’re through
Won’t you give me some relief
I’ve had so much of your grief
There’s only so much that two men can take,
I’ve had enough for fuck’s sake.
I’m turning over a new leaf.
What am I to do?
What am I to do with you?
This is not my fault.
This is all your fault.
This is not your fault.
This is all my fault.