you look around and decide that its going to be my fault today way to rain on my parade and ruin the day for me your house got trashed and you blame me for not making it better i couldn't do much but i felt so bad i wrote you a letter dear you, i'm sorry i didn't make it any good but i tried as hard as any guy could i don't know what i did, so im sorry so i'm writting this little letter in a hurry i don't know what else to say other than that i'll apologize every day and i'll bring a flower each time that you cry and consider it bail from a framed crime im sorry, im sorry, im sorry lets end it now, with your house to bits that even taken down by your hits i'll get up and clean the bruises while you go out and look beautiful for the guys at your cruises don't blame me, for trying don't blame me, for your crying don't blame me, for trying