Oh you talk about love But you play it so fast See words have no meaning When the shit never lasts You got me out of my mind But in my own head Whatever we had girl Oh you rip it to shreds Diane Diane Diane You talk about time Like I'm working for free Don't know what's in your head girl But I know it ain't me Eight days a week cigarettes & gas Every single night feels like the past It's cause I'm working so hard Too full of shit to pass Diane Diane Diane Diane Diane For making me less of a man I was before Your precious change Instead of hitting the wind Or making me less of a man I was before How can you be so blind Look me straight in the eye And tell me that you stayed home Friday night Diane Diane Diane Diane Oh, Diane Diane For making me less of a man I was before