I thought that you'd have the decency to tell me you were 8 weeks along.
I thought that you'd have the decency to tell me that everything that could go wrong would go wrong.
But I've never met a Southern Belle, who put me through so much hell.
And I've only got myself to blame for finding you in everything.
I can't believe that I'm still letting you bring me down.
All my friends say I'm a bummer to be around.
It took everything within me not to call you on your birthday.
I guess I just wanted to see if there was anything left for me to say.
But I was foolish,
and I was late.
'Cause you've got a man who provides
and a child on the way.
I can't believe that I'm still letting you bring me down.
All my friends say I'm a bummer to be around.