You’re Not the Type

I would like to spend
More time with you
More than I do now
But bussiness seems
To run out of hand
It always does somehow
You, you can stand much pain
You, you're not the type to complain
You, you still have enough to gain
You, you're not the type to go insane
What are you doing
When I'm not around?
Do you have a friend?
Some dark-eyed Italian
Who can do things
That I can't?
You, you can stand much pain
You, you're not the type to complain
You, you still have enough to gain
You, you're not the type to go insane
Was it the guy
Who have me a smile
When I closed the front door?
Or was it the one
Who sat in the bushes
Waiting, just to be sure?
You, you can stand much pain
You, you're not the type to complain
You, you're not the type to go insane