Baby, why don't you tell me the truth?
What is the worst I could do;
tell you that I understand,
more than your man?
Darling, I don't pretend to know why,
you can't even look me in my good eye,
but I know that you,
could see right through.
Naked shoulder blades and swollen glands.
Sweaty fingers when we're holding hands.
And I will always do the best I can,
but it's hard to be a gentleman.
So, baby,
whether it's boozed at the bar,
or here in the front of your car,
we are...
I regret;
as close as we'll get.