He became a man at 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


He's go this name on people's 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 make-up?"
And, I don't think he's had


At home, she tells him little lies
Like onions always make her cry

And when they're out with all his friends
He just forgets that she's even there