I can't figure out what you think you did Running around with some other kid That will probably hold you back And why would you call me out the way you did Talk me to death and then i swear somehow You made my heart turn black I think she's going solo But i know that she'll miss her man When i get back to Park Slope Yeah i'll probably kiss her hand I might be going solo And i'm doing the best I can When i get back to Park Slope Yeah i'll probably kiss her hand And know that i know what i really did I said some things but I never thought that i would get drunk like that Well might act like a little kid but i swear so hard My intentions were good Even though i behave so bad I think she's going solo . . . (i'm sorry about it)