Other Guys Girls

Other guy's girls always look so happy

Other guy's girls look satisfied

I see them smiling, I see them laughing

Other guy's girls make me wanna cry

Other guy's girls never have a problem

Other guy's girls look so serene

I see them walking down the street like they're in heaven

Other guy's girls make me wanna scream

Is it you? Is it me?

Is it just that we're just not meant to be?

I can't live without this, can't live with this

There must be an answer, but I don't know what it is

Other guy's girls got some kind of secret

I see it on their faces as they pass me by

Come on, you can tell me, honey, I know how to keep it

But other guy's girls just don't have the time

And other guys girls never have to ask themselves

Why, why, why do I put up with this?

I guess I must be into challenges, or secretly I wanna be in a

soap opera, I don't know, there must be something

in one of those books about people like us

Is it you? Is it me? Is it us? Come, on, tell me

Are we on different planets? Are we on LSD?

Is love a federal prison? Is love an institution?

There must be a solution but I don't know what it is..

I see 'em on the street, see 'em in the park,

See 'em promenading in the shopping malls,

A little too neat, a little too sparky,

They look like a squadron of Barbie dolls, those

Other guys' girls

Other guy's girls, they're practically ecstatic

Other guy's girls, yeah, they look so cute

Other guy's girls always smilin', always laughin'

Other guy's girls make me wanna puke