When you look into his eyes And he turns away Sitting at a corner table And theres nothing much to say
Does he have to draw you pictures Does he have to spell it out Face it girl, its over Wo-oyeah, its over
When he glances at his watch And it isnt late And you try to amuse him And he doesnt concentrate
Just how plainly can he tell you Does he have to shout out loud Face it girl, its over
Whats the use in hanging on As he slowly slips away from you
Dont go along for the ride Keep some semblence of pride Theres really nothing you can do There aint nothing you can do girl
So the time has come, i know, for our last good-bye Guess ill have to go on living, when its easier to die Give me strength enough to take it Take it like a woman should
