1989

I didn't do it.

I swear on his life.

Of course I did it,

Otherwise, I'd swear on mine.

I broke his heart.

Shattered that pure gold.

Made a young man,

Feel hatefully old

I didn't do it...

Ok, yes I did.

I took his number,

Under the fingers he slipped

I shouldn't have called him.

But I was curious

Is it the devil in me

That makes life so much worse to live

I didn't do it.

Maybe I did?

I hope she'll forgive me.

But I hope she never forgets.

He said he loved me,

So did the whole lot

Take a number to

Go with this misery I've got

I didn't do it.

Break all those hearts.

I came here to confess.

Oh, but where do we start?

Mind if I light a cigarette?