St Jerome
Michael Tapscott
It was the crime of the century
And you blamed it all on me
You excused yourself from the deed
And blamed it all on me
Many times I'd been careless
I lead you on for fun
I promised the deepest mystery
Hid inside my love
You can blame it all on me
Every word that I said
Ought to be poison in your head
Just blame me
Remember the architecture
On the cathedral St. Jerome
Remember the tiniest details
We saw on every wall
I cried when you left me
Though I pushed you out the door
And erased you from my memory
Crooked teeth and all