He became a man at twenty-three   And now he's got to take up all the seat   I never knew he was so bold   I really think she should be told   But that's what best friends are for   And does she have a best friend, anymore?      At home, she tells him little lies   Like she's not in the mood tonight   And when they're out with all his friends   He just forgets that she's even there      He's go this name on people's lips   He crushes fingers in his grip   And of course he shows that he doesn't care   If he chances to overhear   "Have you seen her without make-up?"   And, I don't think he's had      At home, she tells him little lies   Like onions always make her cry   And when they're out with all his friends   He just forgets that she's even there