I'm movin' in, she's movin' out
To Los Angeles
She's got a truck, she's got my stuff
Packed into it
But seven months was just enough
Of puttin' up with me
Imagine that
A baseball bat upside her TV
She says, She needs some therapy
You know it seemed so simple before
She could have asked
I would have given her anything
And it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way
She calls me up, she's breakin' down
In Los Angeles
She misses home, she's all alone
She can't handle it
But seven months was just enough
Of putting up with her
You're brand new nose and bigger boobs
Don't change a thing yeah, yeah
You need some therapy
I think you need some help
You know it seemed so simple before
She could have asked
I would have given her anything
And in it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way
And in it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way
She's got a lot to figure out
She's got a lot to think about
She's got a lot to forget about
She's got a lot to live without
So many things to miss about me
You know it seemed so simple before
She could have asked
I would have given her anything
And in it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way
And in it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way

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