You think a bit and take time to pause, listening
What's he doing here, why did he come tonight
I wonder if he has a job, and what if he's rich
As he drinks more, his chances are dwindling
When he runs out of money, he picks a fight
Before leaving he make sure to call you a bitch
But you aren't worried, he'll be back, you know it
If he doesn't act his part, you'll make him show it
Because this fellow offered you everything
And you just wanted that golden ring
If you just wait, and refuse to blow it
You know that the cell phone will ring
Then you'll hear his voice, he'll say Hi
Then he'll sheepishly ask
Can I come over, I ran out of gas
My car is dead, I need some place lay down
Don't want to be alone, I need to sleep
And I don't want to be on the street
