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 Just 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 break-up'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'd 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