A friend of mine, he said to me, a skinny girl is a misery
I shook my head cause I knew he couldn?t be right
That?s when I thought back to just last night
When I got home, it was maybe a little late
There was ne?r a crumb on ne?r a plate
There was no martini, no glass of grape
It was then I sought to contemplate
*On the word "tolerate" in the chorus for the first 2 lines, it's hard to tell
Some things my baby don?t tolerate, no
My baby don?t tolerate, no
My baby don?t tolerate from me
I said hello honey, how have you been