All Your Jeans Were Too Tight

Everything I say
Sounds clumsy and dumb
Trying to make you feel better
Is like trying to trick Saint Peter

Tuesdays and Thursdays, I remember
The Stud's well drink special
A well cheap as the tide
Like that one that swallowed you up
Yeah, you could really get fucked up

You were not wrong
To give me all your clothes
You were not wrong
I looked like a fool
You were not wrong
To give everything away

I put my flowers in your window
To hide a world nobody would ever prize
And all this vanity would be funny
If it didn't hurt so much

You were not wrong
All you had to throw away
You were not wrong
Was a cowardly pile of sheets
You were not wrong
And a heartbeat that couldn't carry you
You were not wrong
To want something better

Steve's screwdrivers were like TNT
And he said, "Your agony is such an obvious barge to tow
That not even a mother could draw"
You took his advice, he said
"Drop your disappointment like you'd drop a grand piano"

You were not wrong
To give me all your clothes
You were not wrong
But all your jeans were too tight
You were not wrong
And why did you paint your bathroom black
You were not wrong
I can understand liking Barbra Streisand

You were not wrong
But I'm not sure about the soundtrack from Diva
You were not wrong
And what was up with the tanning salon?
You were not wrong
I'm sorry I said anything about the tattoo
You were not wrong
But did you really need another earring?

You were not wrong
And I hope that you know that I really loved you
You were not wrong
And we had a good time, didn't we?
You were not wrong
Yeah, we had a good time
You were not wrong
We had a good time, didn't we?