Lyrics:

Fourth floor room
Each girl I've brought back home to bloom
All fold on close inspection
Each one leaves
A banner hanging from the eaves
Marking the eve of election
Ex-girl collection, why?
Into why not
Into what else you got
It's just how men mark time

Ann slams in
Another lightning round begins
This could get interesting
Where's ann been?
She pours herself a don't-ask gin
No ice and light on the bitters
I'm done with quitters, why
Charles, I found out
Wipe that smile off your mouth
I think it's tell-me time
Britt hit hard
She found my box of Beth's best cards
Hand cut and signed with 'X's
Called at work
'Happy anniversary, jerk'
And I just laughed at the timing
With you on hold line 2 still crying 'why?'
Play sex on the cuff?
Does beth like it rough?
And learn your dirty lines?
And keep her hair cropped
The other shoe dropped
'Is this how men mark time
in couples?', she cursed
This sounds too rehearsed

As Ann, hand on hip
Accusing me to the rafters
Words turn and spit
And scorch right through to the plaster
I'm called ten kinds of a bastard
Curses came faster

Ann stands down
I think she thinks there's still some gal
Who's up but Ann's so smug
You couldn't even guess Beth's gone
She so (...)

Why? into why not?
Into Charles gone to pot
In hotter water
Line up to lift up a toast
To the ones I hurt most
And how the well's gone lime
With Charles on the plow
I'm roger over and how
Slower now men mark time
Fine
Why, what else you got?