The Pot Can't Talk About the Kettle

Maybe you called me a clown
You told all your friends that I've been running 'round
But I've got news for you, before you put me down:
The pot can't talk about the kettle
Pot can't talk about the kettle
So don't make my life blue, because the shoes fit you
And you say that I've been doin' you wrong
Painting the town, while your love was strong
But I've got news for you, before you say we're through:
The pot can't talk about the kettle
Pot can't talk about the kettle
And you can't talk about me; you're in the same boat too
Take a look in the mirror
You can't hide the shame
Did it make you feel any better
By ruining my good name?
There's one more thing I want you to know
My love was true; you hurt me so
The blame on me, you left me in misery
The pot can't talk about the kettle
Pot can't talk about the kettle
And you can't talk about me, 'cause I don't talk about you
No, no, no, the pot can't talk about the kettle ...