POOR GIRL

Poor girl, what kind of fool gives her heart to a player?
Poor boy, he always dives in on a wing and a prayer
Our crash test dummy, as he sings “La-di-da,” he goes flying through the air
One moment he’s high and the next he’s upside down, singing “Me oh my!”
While she, in the arms of a neighbor, keeps crying
“Why? Why? Why do I still try? Why oh why oh why?
Why? Why? Why do I still cry? Why oh why oh why?”

Tick-tock, they’re as snug as a bug in what you would call gridlock
Knock-knock, they’re out on the town, struttin’ round like a peacock
He tells himself, “There’s no one like me and if she cannot quite take it
She don’t need to fake it. My model and my inspiration are me
I don’t need a piece of her when there’s plenty of me, me
All there is is me, at a time like this
Me, me, all there is is me at a time like this.”

So what can a woman in love really do?
When he makes it clear he’s only passing through?
Do you tell yourself that love ain’t no big whoop-ti-do
And he’d be so lost and lonely without you?
And there’s no one else who would ever want to love you
So kill me now

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

POOR GIRL