She got her head in the clouds, she bakes apple pie
and cheers for the home team
She’s red white and blue, she’s the fourth of July
and every boy’s prom dream

She’s fresh as a mint
dressed to the nines she attends every mass on Sunday
But lately come a sign like a shotgun blast; Their little girl went astray

It’s on me for breaking her heart
It’s on me for breaking her heart


They say her reputation is at stake
And I can break any princess’ virtue
Like poppin’ a balloon
A virgin erosion, innocence corrosion
They say I'm a sex explosion just waiting for a Little Red Riding Hood, I’m a wolf that’s up to no good, understood

It’s on me for breaking her heart
It’s on me for breaking her heart

I know that I’m wrong, knew it all along that
We would never last a day, ain’t my way to play it straight
Take it from me, there's a necessity to move on, move strong, not a con
This is not your typical love song

I told her there’s a doubt in my heart, in part I must concede, indeed
I busted out “It’s not you, it’s me”

It’s on me for breaking her heart
(This is not, this is not your typical love song)