All around the city they are coming in their U-Hauls and their RydersnThey pack their fragile items in old love letters and move in right beside usnnThis place was a mistake, she looks to next SeptembernHe thought it was a quake but it only was a tremornAnd now their hearts will break 'cause I went and lost my tempernAnd I'd like to say I'm sorrynnAll around the world the brides have registered from Brooklyn Heights to MoscownAll around this town your friends are telling me that I'm much better off nownnI have done your bidding to your specificationsnI made you a gift of the remainder of my patiencenOnly to be told that I was too complacentnAnd I'd like to say I'm sorrynnBut everything I try hurtsnEverything I try hurtsnEverything I try hurtsnnNew York, BostonnI thought it would be easy once you had the grace to give me your numbernYour folks, my folksnEvery other Christmas but we never even made it through summernnThis is too hard, I don't know how to do thisnIt's really such a shame you've devised all the excusesnBecause as couples go we were just about the cutestnSo aren't you even sorry?nnI have burned all your pots and pansnI have over-watered all your plantsnI have wept all over this romancenAnd I'd like to say I'm sorrynnBut everything I try hurtsnEverything I try hurtsnEverything I try hurtsn(New York, Boston)