Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me Lyrics

Oh, if you read in the papers that she's been seen
A-gettin' in an' out of some millionaire's long custom-made limousine,
She may fool you with her smile, but I can see
That's just her poor, hopeless, heartless,
Helpless, pathetic way of gettin' over me.

So, you were down at Joe's on the night she broke her zipper,
And some wane brain drunk champagne out of her slipper,
And she danced on the piano, and she screamed, "Hurray, I'm free".
That's just her poor, hopeless, heartless,
Helpless, pathetic way of gettin' over me.

Oh, she'll do anything she can just to make me jealous.
Of course, forgettin' me is gonna take her lots of years.
So I call her now and then just out of pitty.
When she laughs at me,
That's just her way of bravely holding back her tears.
What's that you say?
She got married?
Oh, the poor little fool.
To some handsome movie star with the mansion and a swimming pool?
And she's looking good?
And she's got a kid or two or three?
That's just her poor, hopeless, heartless,
Helpless, pathetic way of gettin' over me.

Pathetic way of tryin' to get over me
but she ain't never gonna make it, honey.
I mean those guys -- those guys you see her with now --
They're... they're the relatives... maybe business associates.
I mean... I know this woman,
And she's sittin' home bitin' her fingernails.
Let me tell you... she's just readin' magazines.
She may look like she's enjoyin' herself.
That's the way she looks when she's really feelin' bad.
I know this woman.