Testo What Strange Things Lovers Do

Oh, what strange things lovers do
And what hardships they must quell
When they're not howling at the moon
They're sailing themselves down to Hell
Oh, what strange things lovers do
When their palms are in the fire
Careless to conflate happiness
With an animal desire Well they've only themselves to blame
Yeah, they've only themselves to blame

To blame
To blame, oh

Oh, what strange things lovers do
When all their promises are made
And they're out laying on their lawns
All drinking sparkling lemonade
Oh, what strange things lovers do
I'm trying hard just to forget
Quit hanging on their every word
Of heavy heartache and regret
Well they've only themselves to blame
To blame
To blame, oh

I'm just never enough that way
I always fuck it all up, you say
Why won't you, why won't you
Why won't you stay tonight?
I guess I've only myself to blame

To blame
To blame

To blame, oh