To all the girls That awake to escape in the morning You want to leave him without even a warning A trace or a calling card Sad about girls who know perfectly well Why he's so sad about this girl He's so mad about this girl tonight So understanding--oh, she's so undemanding So in control, so on the whole She's so good to you till it gets to you Sad about girls in your polythene world Where you unwrap and rewrap and know when she leaves That the next girl to suffer, put in your pose Unwrap and love you before she can know you She's just got to show you the way that you're gonna be sad Sad about girls That awake to escape in the morning Get up and leave without even a warning But no where is sad as the girls in the night So ready to please you, so ready to bite Sad about girls who know perfectly well He's so sad about this girl You're so sad about your girl tonight Sad about girls tonight So sad about girls tonight