Think you’re going to make me cry,
Make me cry, make me cry
Think I’m going to wonder why,
Didn’t I, pass you by.
Your mind is always changing.
You say so all the time.
Don’t know how long you’re staying.
That will be your choice, not mine.
Think you’re going to make me run,
Make me run, make me run.
Think I’m glad that I’m still young,
Now you’ve begun to have your fun.
Your eyes are always straying.
You want whatever’s far.
I hear the words you’re saying.
I’m learning you, by heart.
I will know you, by heart.
Think you’re going to take your time,
Drink your wine, move on to mine.
Music plays, the singer sways,
And you can say – you always move in time.
||All His Exes
All his exes gather round, they run against my ankles
They're warm and soft, they make nice sounds
They know their "please's" and their "thank-you's"
All his exes call him up to talk about whatever
They want advice on boys and lies
He picks them up when they're under the weather
He always says when he hangs up, that in the battle of the sexes,
it makes him feel so good that he's still friends with all his exes (All his exes)
All his exes throw a party on his birthday every year
They reminisce and drink champagne--I make sure I bring my own beer
I smile politely and check my watch, but I notice he never checks his
It makes him feel so good that he's still friends with all his exes (All his exes)
It occurred to me the other day, and I just have to put this bluntly,
the only exes that I'm friends with, are the two that still want me
He spends so much time with other girls that I always have suspected
Perhaps I would be better off as one of all his exes (All his exes)