Tuesday night
And they're at it again
The neighbors love their PDA
A silver Persian
Your only friend
After a hardworking day
Checking online for the latest suitors
You find only perverts and losers
There's nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
And your mother loves to
Tell you the things that you're doing so wrong
Every night
She calls on the phone
Even when you try to take her advice
Get back in the game
He's never the one
It's always the same, and so
There's nowhere to go
Thirty-five and you're still a looker
All the widows tell you so
But it feels like a high-pressure cooker
Answering to all the crows
You try a late-night psychic for laughs
She says you just need a kick in the a**
There's nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
And your mother loves to
Tell you the things that you're doing so wrong
Stuck in a rut
Living alone
Even when you try to get on the board
Get back in the game
He's never the one
He's always too lame, and so
There's nowhere to go
There's nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
And your mother loves to
Tell you the things that you're doing so wrong
Every night
She calls on the phone
Even when you try to take her advice
Get back in the game
He's never the one
It's always the same, and so
There's nowhere to go
There's nowhere to go
There's nowhere to go