Eight years Eight years That's how long I've wasted on him That's all I'm through Albert, dear To put it sweetly To hell with you What did I ever see in him? How did I ever get involved that way? Now that it's over I can smile and say What did I ever see in him? Boy, I was way out on a limb Now that my feet are on the ground again Now that my senses have been found again What did I ever see in him? Is he tender? No, he's not Is he thoughtful? No, he's not Am I crazy? What's he got That I found so damned appealing? What did he ever do for me? Well, to be honest, he was sometimes nice But still it wasn't worth that awful price It was rough from the start Broken dates, broken nails Broken heart How did I ever? Why did I ever? What did I ever? Do we need them? No, we don't Do we want them? No, we don't Will we leave them? No, we won't Tell me, what did I say that for? What did we ever see in them? How could we ever think that they were nice? Take it from us, we paid an awful price It was rough from the start Broken dates, broken nails Broken heart What did I ever see in him?