Blonde

Ah, you crazy hypocrite,

I can tell by the way you look at him,

You know there’s nothing more obvious,

then you pretending to listen to him,

Not hearing a word he says

What’s on your mind, I wonder?

Some pondering unrelated to nothing,

Nothing of the sort you care to tell,

You wishing he’d say something else,

Instead of the things he says

Oh, you crazy hypocrite,

Come on, girl, try and listen,

Or just speak your mind and be done with it,

He isn’t going to know till you do,

You don’t want this to go to waste

But now you’re staring off into space,

Too nervous to do what you know you have to,

Oh honey, you’ll end up such a train wreck,

You sure you’re ready for the sleepless nights?

Come on, girl, just tell him…