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jane fakes a hug / she throws herself down on the rug |
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what's wrong / my dragging days are whipping long |
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i can't go on / time chained friendless / oh jane i thought / let's end this |
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i'd tell her more my thinking |
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but she'd just stare back blinking |
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can't find attraction hate our new house |
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she don't get / she don't get my work |
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jane's made me flirt / in fact i've met this girl, annette |
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i made a pass my life's a crumbled mess |
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i took the girl's address |
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she just broke up with paul and i think jane knows her |
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boredom crept up and found me |
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temptation follows mounts me |
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our oaths our realty a good job a husband |
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a husband or what / christ, jane, i'm not, i never was |
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she turns spits out / we're done get out / i wanna say good luck |
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but i don't wanna hold you up |
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you bastard son of dirt |
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can't picture our house without you |
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two aprils go / i'd / offer all to god on high |
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tell why / i got this far with none for wife |
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this charming life / i can't un-jane me |
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she married paul / that fall / aprils ago |