When I walk an' I'm called
And I don't turn like that
Should I be introduced
And I sound very flat
It isn't a grudge I bear
Why, blame it on my last affair
If I pass up my plate
Though that dish is delish
If I'm handed a bone
And I don't care to wish
It isn't the bill of fare
Why, just blame it on my last affair
It hurt me so and now I don't know
If I'll ever live it through
While there's no excuse
For this abuse
Coming from one like you
And if I'm walkin' the park
When I should be in bed
If my eyes fill with tears
At each love word that's said
It's not that I need the air
Why just blame it on my last affair.
And I don't turn like that
And I sound very flat
It isn't a grudge I bear
Why just blame it on my last affair
Though that dish is delish
And I don't care to wish
It isn't the bill of fare
Why just blame it on my last affair
Writer(s): Irving Mills, Henry Nemo
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