The Journal (Lyrics)

I got this invitation in the mail today You must have really gone Out of your way yeah Did you even think that I would go After so many years of putting up with your show I thought I drew a line in the sand one day Thank you very much for a sweet birthday You wrote about it in your diary How soft and firm her skin was I lost it all to you on page 13 You fell in love with me on 17 I turned to 21 and hit the floor On page 23 I realized you're a whore All I could tell you on the telephone Was "Say it ain't so Serpico" Is there anything else I said Or maybe something I haven't read I knew I drew a line in the sand one day Get your little girl out of my way You wrote down all the ways I couldn't compare With her big blue eyes and her long blonde hair