Eight Weeks Songtext
von Speak Low

I thought 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
But I′ve never met a southern belle
Who put me through so much hell
And I've only got myself to blame
For finding you in everything


And 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
Cause you've got a man who provides
And a child on the way


And I can′t believe that I'm
Still letting you bring me down
All my friends say I′m a bummer to be around