Lyrics:

I've seen you swing from arm to arm
They say you've had more guys than hot meals
Still, I think I know you pretty well
And I know you've got ideals
And it's the loneliness
That spurs you on from bed to bed
But it's still never made you
Feel any better but for the
Brief hour of relief before you
Fall asleep in a different room each night
And I think it's kind of sad

And when I see you at the bar
You're always crying at eleven
But by quarter-to-four
You're chemically happy and you're always
Wet and ready to go
I've seen you beaming as you tell me about
Your latest bang
But there's a look of horror
Hiding just behind the smile
And it makes your eyes bug out
And I think it's kind of sad