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