Why does he send me sad songs
When he knows I'm on the home run
And the whole damned world could sing along
To the tune of how he ain't in love with me?
Why does he flash me green eyes
When he never cared about other guys
And never tried hard to disguise
That he was never in love with me?
I am a sensible, literal girl
And I've got some measure of the world
But I don't pretend to know where to begin
When it comes to the rhythm or rhyme of him
Why does he feature in my dreams
When my head's grown strong and my heart lean
And it sticks in the craw and it splits the spleen
That he was never in love with me?
I am a sensible, literal girl
And I've got some measure of the world
But I don't profess to know so well
The whys or wherefores of myself
Worlds collide with worlds apart
To engineer a lonely heart
Why does he send me sad songs
When he knows I'm on the home run?