Other Guy’s Girls
Other guy’s girls always look so happy
Other guy’s girls look satisfied
I see them smiling, I see them laughing
Other guy’s girls make me wanna cry
Other guy’s girls never have a problem
Other guy’s girls look so serene
I see them walkiing down the street like they’re in heaven
Other guy’s girls make me wanna scream
Is it you? Is it me?
Is it just that we’re just not meant to be?
I can’t live without this, can’t live with this
There must be an answer, but I don’t know what it is…
Other guy’s girls got some kind of secret
I see it on their faces as they pass me by
Come on, you can tell me, honey, I know how to keep it
But other guy’s girls just don’t have the time
And other guys girls never have to ask themselves
Why, why, why do I put up with this?
I guess I must be into challenges, or secretly I wanna be in a
soap opera, I don’t know, there must be something
in one of those books about people like us
Is it you? Is it me? Is it us? Come, on, tell me —
Are we on different planets? Are we on LSD?
Is love a federal prison? Is love an institution?
There must be a solution but I don’t know what it is…..
I see ’em on the street, see ’em in the park,
See ’em promenading in the shopping malls,
A little too neat, a little too sparky,
They look like a squadron of Barbie dolls, those
Other guys’ girls
Other guy’s girls, they’re practically ecstatic
Other guy’s girls, yeah, they look so cute
Other guy’s girls always smilin’, always laughin’
Other guy’s girls make me wanna puke