eight weeks

i thought that you'd have the decency

to tell me that you were eight weeks along

and i thought that you'd have the decency

to tell me that everything that could go wrong would go wrong

i've never met a southern belle who put me through so much hell

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

because 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