I saw you comin from a mile away

I knew that you were gonna hurt me

I knew the very first thing you'd say

Was gonna make me feel dirty

I heard the music comin out your mouth

I saw you look at me the way you did

You got the swagger of the dirty south

But you're as tragic as an orphan kid

Just when I thought that I was all cleaned up

And I'd had enough of the likes of you

You got me beggin for the harder stuff

I can't help myself I'm a scoundrel too!