She’s standing up in the room Spoke to him sounded in vain Talking about feeling blue Wishing she’d stop to pretend Tell me your story, told you I’m sorry If I’m just on the one I’m really trying, I ain’t lying I thought you could be somehow wrong Oh, what a way to get along He’s looking out for his drink Why would he mind anyway She was a little surprised Skeptical ways to see life, right? Tell me your story, told you I’m sorry If I’m just on the one I’m really trying, I ain't lying I thought you could be somehow wrong Oh what a way to get along Could you stop me now? Saying you have gone too far ‘Cause I ain’t good with limits He noticed by now Could you lie for me like that? Say would you mind me here for a couple days? You know I wouldn’t at all Always a pleasure, just don’t mess up my place