Soggy Blankets

I know I've gotten home past five AM way too many times in the past.
 With a note at the feet,
 Already asleep, detailing why this was the last.
 "You know I'm sorry,
 Jacquou - it's me not you. This is how it has to end."
 Silly California girl,
 You really think I give a whirl, when I'm back on the road again?
 No, I don't want no soggy blanket, NO!
 But I hate to see you go, OH NO!
 And no matter how you take it, girl, you have to learn to live alone.
 You know you had to have seen this
 Coming. It shouldn't be a big surprise.
 Come and go as you please without thinking
 Of me, and telling all those interesting lies.
 "Oh Régine, I forgot to tell you.
 I'm going out of town this weekend..." (What?)
 "I'm going to party on Marilyn Manson's yacht."
 Well, little do you know I've got
 Places to go, so tomorrow I'll be on my way.
 No, I don't want no soggy blanket, NO!
 But I hate to see you go, OH NO!
 And no matter how you take it, boy, you have to learn to live alone.
 No, I don't want no soggy blanket, NO!
 But I hate to see you go, OH NO!
 And no matter how you take it, know, we have to learn to live alone.