I shouldn't complain I've had a good time But why should good times have to end Another contender's hanging off your arm He's easy to look at He's got buckets of charm That sort of man could do me a lot of harm How I wish I was him But still the pill is bitter to swallow The real world is a bit too hard to take And I know when I go you're not gonna follow Why should you? But jealousy is so hard to shake I watch the T.V. Smoke cigarettes The more you cry you know The wetter you'll get The thoughts that I think They will be bitter and strong Like the coffee you get in motels It's not that I want a glory box Or trousseau or to hear the sound of Wedding bells What I hear I won't believe Hope my eyes might deceive