Well I see you’ve looked around and found someone to take my place
He paints pictures upon your mind and a smile upon your face
And he’s everything I’ve never been and all I’ll never be
Well good for him bad for me

Yes you’ve been dissatisfied I’ve known it all along
You say where I could do no right that he could do no wrong
So I sweep up the pieces while he sweeps ya off your feet
Good for him bad for me

I suppose he quotes ya prose and brings you pretty things
And writes you in the lines and rhymes of songs he has to sing
And he tells you that he loves you and you say you love him too
So If I say I love you it won’t mean that much to you
So I won’t but I do

Well I must say I’m not overjoyed to view this situation
But if he makes you happy then that’s some slight consolation
And I hope he will forgive me if I’m prone to jealousy
Good for him bad for me

Well I suppose he quotes ya prose and brings you pretty things…

Well I must say I’m not overjoyed to view this situation…