“One, two, three, they’re gonna run back to me. Always wanna come but they never wanna leave…”

I’m well-aware my last post was a bit disturbing. So try this one on for size.

Here’s a song my former companion played for me a couple weeks back that I’d never heard before, Elle King’s “Ex’s & Oh’s”:

Now, envision the man who played this: 43 years of age, heavy drinker, tobacco chewer, muscular due to a labor-intensive job, not terribly tall but not short either, close-cropped blond hair, very pretty smile, likes to wear snug-fitting jeans and relatively tight t-shirts that flatter his physique. That was my man. And this is the song he’s been jamming out to lately in bars and wanted to share with me, his former girlfriend, while we were drinking and joking around at his place the night we broke my cold turkey vow.

Today I decided to re-listen to it after hearing it at the bar again last night. Hmmm. Paid attention to the lyrics this time.

Hmmm. “One, two, three, they’re gonna run back to me. Always wanna come but they never wanna leave…”

The full lyrics:

Well, I had me a boy, turned him into a man
I showed him all the things that he didn’t understand
Whoa, and then I let him go

Now, there’s one in California who’s been cursing my name
‘Cause I found me a better lover in the UK
Hey, hey, until I made my getaway

One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
‘Cause I’m the best baby that they never gotta keep
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave

Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like ghosts they want me to make ’em all
They won’t let go
Ex’s and oh’s

I had a summer lover down in New Orleans
Kept him warm in the winter, left him frozen in the spring
My, my, how the seasons go by

I get high, and I love to get low
So the hearts keep breaking, and the heads just roll
You know that’s how the story goes

One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
‘Cause I’m the best baby that they never gotta keep
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave

Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like ghosts they want me to make ’em all
They won’t let go

My ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like ghosts they want me to make ’em all
They won’t let go
Ex’s and oh’s

One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
Coming over mountains and a-sailing over seas
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave

My ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like ghosts they want me to make ’em all
They won’t let go

Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like ghosts they want me to make ’em all
They won’t let go
Ex’s and oh’s

Certainly recasts tonight’s dinner invitation in a new light, to say the least.