He became a man a twenty-three And now he's got to take up all the seat
I never knew he was so bold I really think she should be told
But that's what best friends are for And does she have a best friend, anymore?
At home, she tells him little lies Like she's not in the mood tonight
* And when they're out with all his friends He just forgets that she's even there
And when they're out with all his friends He just forgets that she's even there
He's got his name on peoples lips He crushes fingers in his grip
And of course he shows that he doesn't care If he chances to overhear
"Have you seen her without makeup?" And "I like to think he's had much luck!"
At home, she tells him little lies Like onions always make her cry