Sugar Mice

I was flicking through the channels on the TV On a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain Trying to piece together conversations, Trying to find out where to lay the blame But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one here that's left to blame, Blame it on me, you can blame it on me We're just sugar mice in the rain I heard Sinatra calling me down through the floorboards Where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme To the jukebox crying in the corner While the waitress is counting out the time For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend For when it gets right down to it there's no one really left to blame, Blame it on me, you can blame it on me We're just sugar mice in the rain