Blame it on the whiskey   Blamed it on your job   Blame the broken promises   And the words can cut so strong      Blame it on the doctors   Blame it on this song   Blame it on your childhood   But I knew all along      And I cried myself to sleep at night   Black and blue eyes, I could see   Thinking about leaving   Then I'd blame it all on me      And you twist my arm   Twist my arm      You shout about the money   And you'd shout late at night   And you'd shout about my mother   You know you're wasting my time      I won't tell you that for fear of my life   I could never figure out   The gifts you bring me hours   After you pushed me to the ground      And you twist my arm   Twist my arm   Twist my arm      Don't twist it, no don't twist it      I prayed that you were leaving   Prayed I could turn and run   Prayed I had the strength   Closed my eyes, I shot your gun      You twist my arm   Twist my arm   Twist my arm   Twist my arm