What - Brendan Benson

What are you trying to do to me, girl

I close my eyes, I don’t wanna see, girl

I don’t wanna hear about you and him, girl

I don’t want to know if it’s love that you’re in, girl

'Cause you can’t possibly be serious about him, girl

And he’s got to be delirious if he thinks he can win

With a not-so-pretty face

He’s come to take my place

She’s easily amused

And I know 'cause she fell for the same shit

I once used

The things you say and the things you do, girl

I’ve added them up and they don’t compute, girl

I give you an inch and you take a mile, girl

You can’t say no 'cause it ain’t your style, girl (girl, girl)

And it’s obvious to me that he thinks he’s gonna score

But it’s not the case, you say you’re only friends and nothing more

But it makes perfect sense

And I speak from experience

She’s easy to persuade

She’s a piece of cake and he

Thinks he’s got her made

You said goodbye to him a long

Long time ago

You changed your mind, I guess

But you never let me know

You just keep me guessing, I’m always guessing wrong

Always wrong

'Cause you can’t possibly be serious about him, girl

And he’s got to be delirious if he thinks he can win

With a not-so-pretty face

And a poorly thrown ceramic vase

It makes perfect sense

And I speak from experience

She’s easily confused

I should know, 'cause she fell for the same tricks

I should know, 'cause she laughed at the same jokes

I should know, 'cause she fell for the same tricks

I once used