Baby, why don't you tell me the truth
What is the worst I could do
Tell me that I understand more than your man
Darling, I don't pretend to know why
You can't even look me in my good eye
But I know that you could see right through
Naked shoulder blades and swollen glands
Sweaty fingers when we're holding hands
And I will always do the best I can
But it's hard to be a gentleman
So baby, whether it's boozed at the bar
Or here in the front of your car
We are, I regret, as close as we'll get