John d. loudermilk

You're the guity one

John d. loudermilk
Quit treatin' me like a child
With a broken toy - yea, yea, yea
It may be broken but it ain't no toy
No, no, no
You're making me feel
Like an orphan son - yea, yea, yea
When really, baby, when really, baby,
When really, baby, you're the guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty one

You look at me
And I feel like the guilty one - yea, yea
When I know there's not a thing I've done
No, no, no, no
I feel like crying
'Cause I know it's fun to ya - yea, yea, yea
To make me look bad, to make me look so bad
To make me look bad, when you're the guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty one

You locked me out
And I cry for the key to the door - yea, yea
But you wouldn't slide the key 'neath the door to me
Would 'ja - no, no, no, no
Then when I fall
In the arms of another one - yea, yea
You've got the nerve to say, you've got the nerve to say
You've got the nerve to say you're the guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty one

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