Well, she followed him from Phoenix out to Califor
And then she passed out on the bed
And all the little things he never even asked her for
She simply smiled and sher head
Why cant we smile just like we used to?
Why dont you figure anymore?
Why has my sympathy now turned to malice?
It doesnt matter anymore
And now I realize Im livin like a trucker does
Although I havent got the belly
And though she followed me to California all the way
I only wanna watch the telly
Why cant we smile just like we used to?
Why dont you figure anymore?
Why has my sympathy now turned to malice?
It doesnt matter anymore
He asked her please stop quotin Rod McKuen in your postcards, cant understand it anymore
And if your gonna read your poetry aloud to me
Ill have to show you to the door
Why cant we smile just like we used to?
Why dont you figure anymore?
Why has my sympathy now turned to malice?
It doesnt matter anymore