So I walk a little too fast,
and I drive a little too fast
And I'm reckless, it's true,
but what else can I do at the end of a love affair?
So I talk a little too much,
and I joke a little too much
And my voice is too loud when
I'm out in a crowd
So that people are apt to stare
Do they know,
do they care that it's only
That I'm lonely and low as can be
And the smile on my face
isn't really a smile at all
So I smoke a little too much
And I joke, yeah, a little too much
And the tunes I request are
not always the best
But the ones where the trumpets flare
So I go at a maddening pace
And pretend that it's taking her place
But what else can I do at the end of a love affair?
Do they know,
do they care that it's only
That I'm lonely and
low as can be
An d the smile on my face
isn't really a smile at all
So I smoke a little too much,
and I joke a little too much
And the tunes I request
are not always the best
But the ones where the trumpets play
So I go at a manly pace,
and pretend that it's taking her place
But what else can I do at the end of a love affair?
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