I will wreck your life but a little more slowly
Not like heroin, but much more like booze
I will sap your wallet just like cigarettes
I will weigh your body down like bad cheap food

I don't remember the first time i kissed her
but I do remember having to tell you
If I could I'd have told you that
I never would have kissed her
but what's the point of lying? I was in the mood

Chorus

You may call me a scoundrel, you may call me a liar
You may call me a blackguard and man of ill counsel
You may call me an asshole, you may call me a fiend
You may say that I'm controlling
And a tyrant! And a pistol!

Chorus

[Julian Lopez:]
At nineteen, he was boyish
And at twenty, he was quick
At twenty-one, he was charming
Twenty-two, he was just slick
By twenty-three, he was a cheater
It was worse at twenty-four
And it was all you could do to hope
It wasn't twenty five years more

Chorus

And in all your dealings you're just trying to be fair
And sometimes you don't understand just how you feel
But you would do anything for a person that you loved
And if you'd loved me forever you were prepared to die