Talking to death, crying on the telephone
The nights when he drinks at home
She has to whisper through her tears
Johnny, she says, could never do those things to me
But I could never make her see
She?s wasted such precious years
Well you married the wrong guy that?s all I ever say
He?s a no good so and so
But she?ll never let him go, though she knows it will never work
She loves the jerk, she loves the jerk
He was the guy always out on the make
I hung up the phone and I pretend she?s in my arms
What I wouldn?t give for just one bit of what she gives Mr. Johnny
Bridge + Chorus (up 1 measure)