He's got a million lines for each of your ears
He's telling you exactly what you want to hear
He's telling you what you want to hear
His hands are sweaty moving
You have a beer, another beer
Another and another and another beer
Now you're ready to take him on
Now you are prepared
Punching walls, punching doors
Nothing like this ever happened to him before
Picks his pants up off the floor
Seen it all before
He will use her for tonight
She is the one I wish I'd treated right
He walks away
Your evening saved
Except the overwhelming smell of his aftershave
It'll be gone in another day
And thank God for that
The overwhelming smell of his aftershave
It'll be gone in another day
Your apartment stinks like aftershave
"It's a long story. I'll tell you another day"
He will use her for tonight
She is the one I wish I'd treated right