I shouldn't complain I've had a good time But why should good times have to end? Another contender's hanging off your arm He's easy to look at He's got buckets of charm That sort of man could do me a lot of harm How I wish I was him But still, the pill is bitter to swallow The real world is a bit too hard to take And I know, when I go, you're not gonna follow Why should you? But jealousy is so had to shake I watch TV, smoke cigarettes The more that you cry, you know the wetter you get The thoughts that I think They will be bitter and strong Like the coffee you get in motels It's not that I want a glory box, a trousseau, Or the hear the sound of wedding bells But still, the pill is bitter to swallow The real world is a bit too hard to take And I know, when I go, you're not gonna follow Why should you? But jealousy is so had to shake What I hear, I won't believe Hope my eyes might deceive I shouldn't complain I've had a good time But why should good times have to end? Another contender's hanging off your arm He's easy to look at He's got buckets of charm That sort of man could do me a lot of harm How I wish I was him But still, the pill is bitter to swallow The real world is a bit too hard to take And I know, when I go, you're not gonna follow Why should you? But jealousy is so had to shake Bitter to swallow Too bitter to swallow Bitter to swallow Too bitter to swallow Bitter to swallow Bitter to swallow Bitter to swallow Bitter to swallow