One of us is packing things in boxes   The other two are trying to pretend   That the boy she loves is not all that obnoxious   We’re hoping that she’ll see sense in the end   But I’ve come to depend   On the strangeness of kind friends      Takes a good look and remembers   All the cookbooks that her friend has   And the dinner was always delicious   And it was all she could do just to do the dishes      She wrapped her coffee cups in newspaper   She took down all her paintings from the wall   Soon enough she said I’ll see you later   And gave her half an hour before giving her a call   I don’t blame her at all   Her bike’s still in the hall      Takes a good look and remembers   All the cookbooks that her friend has   Lunch is always leftovers   The art of cooking for two   Is lost on me and you      We’ve eaten and eaten   Until it hurts   Given a whole new meaning   To just desserts   I’ve got my suspicions   But the pudding’s where the proof is   And you know how sweet my tooth is