I must've seen the same thing with 'bout forty guys
So you can play it out, just please don't act surprised
Chalk it up to inexperience, though everyone did know -
Won't say I told you so
Your sources report that she's a classic case
Not quite convinced that nice guys ever win the race
She'll appreciate your patience, and she'll think about you some -
While with the wrong one
(Good boy, played you like a cheap toy
You were doing your thing, yeah, feeling like a king)
And having some fun
(But now you're thinking oh no, looking like a no go,
Thought that when she said so, she would never go, no, no...)
Touring tall-drink tenements with her and all her friends
Scammers circle as you mingle; yeah the drama never ends
When the well-endowed ex-boyfriend asks her back to his hotel -
Was that line from Melrose Place, or can I just not hear that well?
The last four years are littered with the guys that she's been through
Eventually she's gonna get around to you
One smile thrown in your direction keeps you by the phone all night,
And outta her sight
(Good boy, played you like a cheap toy,
You were doing your thing, yeah, feeling like a king)
How many times before you know I'm right?
(But now you're thinking oh no, looking like a no go,
Thought that when she said so, she would never go, no, no...)
I can hear the sound of history repeating even now
She comes home too late, and talks too much,
And laughs a bit too loud
And all your little gifts and picnics
And joint field trips to the mall
Still can't stifle her attraction to the bad boy down the hall, oh no!
Well, I try to stick around, yeah, but this scene seems so surreal:
Common sense, please take a number, wishful thinking's got the wheel
And when she finally breaks it off,
I'm sure you'll wonder what went wrong
Call her 1500 times a day, inspire one more song
If there's a time and place for subtlety, well, this ain't it
You either see the train approaching or you get hit
Can it be that you don't notice, or perhaps you just don't care -
Or maybe is it me?
(Good boy, played you like a cheap toy,
You were doing your thing, yeah, feeling like a king)
Still who would you rather be?
(But now you're thinking oh no, looking like a no go,
Thought that when she said so, she would never go, no...)
Why can't a blind boy see
(Talkin' bout a third-string joker with a class ring
Homing on your sweet thing, listen to me sing)
The price of gullibility?