My sweetheart she bounced right out of my arms. She was gone before I remembered to cling. Did I reach out too slowly to catch her. Or was she by nature a slippery thing. Into the arms of Mr Rebound. Into the arms of Clean Up Joe. Into the arms of Mr Rebound. Mr Rebound as if I didn't know. He'll give her laughs and he'll give her dreams. I gave her the kids and the pots and pans. He'll do for the dash and he'll do for the sprint. But he won't do for a marathon man. I know for a fact that she ain't coming back. To tell you the truth I'm a little bit glad. She may be blind with the things on her mind. But how can she stand to touch something that bad