[Verse 1]

The story hit the news from coast to coast

They said you beat the girl you loved the most

Your charitable acts seemed out of place

With the beauty with your fist marks on her face

[Chorus 1]

Your buddies all stood by

They bet their fortunes and their fame

That she was out of line

You were not to blame

[Verse 2]

Six hundred thousand doctors are putting on rubber gloves

And they're poking at the miseries made of love

They say they're learning how to spot the battered wives

Among all the women they see bleeding through their lives

[Chorus 2]

I bleed for your perversity

These red words that make a stain on your white-washed claim

That she was out of line

And you were not to blame

[Verse 3]

I heard your baby say when he was only three

"Daddy, let's get some girls, one for you and one for me"

His mother had the frailty you despise

And the looks you love to drive to suicide

[Chorus 3]

Not one wet eye around

Her lonely little grave

Said, he was out of line, girl

You were not to blame