He became a man at twenty-three
& 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
& does she have a best friend, anymore?
At home, she tells him little lies
Like she’s not in the mood tonight
& 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
& of course he shows that he doesn’t care
If he chances to overhear
«Have you seen her without make-up?»
& «I don’t think he’s had much luck!»
At home, she tells him little lies
Like onions always make her cry
& when they’re out with all his friends
He just forgets that she’s even there
