Pobrecito (Single Version)

She taught me the Spanish words For all my insecurities Then she taught me the words For everything I wanted her to be for me Then I bruised my elbow on the jukebox For I told her I could not afford her Then I begged her when she kicked her boots off For a nickel or a quarter She called me "Pobrecito, pobrecito" And here I am singing about it "Pobrecito, pobrecito" And here I am singing Just how wrong is that? I played her my favourite song For midnight drives along the lake Then I played her my song For killing what I couldn't take Then she said I should feel guilty For killing in the name of leisure And to this day I still feel guilty For nothing gives me greater pleasure Than when she called me "Pobrecito, pobrecito" And here I am singing about it "Pobrecito, pobrecito" And here I am singing Just how wrong is that? And if there's a hero to this story It's the girl betrayed by every man she knew But never held it against you And for everything I couldn't ruin There's another chance she'll wish she didn't take And feel like it was her mistake And here I am singing She called me "Pobrecito, pobrecito" And here I am singing about it "Pobrecito, pobrecito" And here I am singing "Pobrecito, pobrecito" And here I am singing "Pobrecito, pobrecito" And here I am singing How wrong is that?