Alexander, City Born

Same old clothes hes always worn
 At his window every night staring off into the sky
 Oh my what makes him tick
 How interesting
 Is he sick?
 Is he weak in the knees?
 Can he move yeah can he speak?
 Ooh all I really gotta do
 Is lock her up in my life
 Lock her up in my life
 He thinks
 Ooh all I really gotta do
 Is just lock her up in my life
 Lock her up in my life
 But shes got a Betty of her own
 No use for him
 Yeah shes got a Betty of her own
 No use for him
 Standard good as gold
 Does exactly as hes told
 Pull his strings and watch him dance
 Make him think he has a chance
 How interesting
 Is he sick?
 Is he weak in the knees?
 Can he move yeah can he speak?
 Yeah he thinks ooh all I really wanna do
 Is just lock her up in my life
 Lock her up in my life
 He thinks
 Ooh all I really gotta do
 Is just lock her up in my life
 Lock her up in my life
 But shes got a Betty of her own
 No use for him
 Yeah shes got a Betty of her own
 No use for him
 Always at the foot of her bed
 Where he vacations from time to time
 And lives from year to year