Blame It On the Rain

'Blame It On The Rain' Well, I'm gonna' show you my redneck trainin', An' I ain't gonna' have to do no strainin' To pick you up an' throw you outta that door. Well, I've had just about all that I can take An' girl--you've gone an' made you a Big Mistake. I'm gonna' use you to mop up all this floor... I ain't takin' no more. And I don't give a rat's ass where you come from 'Cause I know you and you ain't nothin' but scumb Tryin' to act like you are real High Class. You been callin' my man on the telephone; Goin' to his house and won't leave him alone. Brace yourself! I'm here to whoop your sorry ass... I ain't takin' no more. Now I ain't the type that likes to cuss and fight But somethin' in me's just gotta make things right. I ain't sayin' nothin' else--it's all the same... So we can do this here or take it outside Or I can take you down the road for a ride. An' I don't care if you don't think you're to blame... Just blame it on the Rain!! deborah burch© 4/09/2012