There's a brand new man in town
He shares in my interests
He's a handsome, well-fed clown
Got his eyes on desert
"Why don't you come over
So you can hear me?"
"You're a snake in the grass
I don't want you near me"
Well he said, "You've got me wrong
It's not her I am after"
There's an argument that says
Everyone is a little bit
You know
Well I shuffle in my seat
And I had to admit it
He was more like me than me
And I couldn't forget it
Well he moved on to the sofa
And I avoided all his glances
And I concentrated on her
I shift from side to side
And I mumble like a child
And I contemplate disaster