I tried my best to like her, I swear I really tried
But if she can't be smart and she can't be funny, well, at least she could be nice
But she won't stop nagging you about the little things
Like a Charlie Brown adult or a pissed-off Sim
And she never listens to a single word you say
Unless she hears the sound of her own name
I can't believe that you're still seeing her (Slow, slow down)
Boy, you've got to pump the brakes
It's not too late
She doesn't care about anything, just watches QVC
Hang a mirror up inside her cage to keep her company
That's the closest that she'll get to self-reflection
Yeah, I've never heard her ask a single question
I bet the natural reverb in her head is beautiful (Beautiful)
Such a fine and empty space
I can't believe you're moving in with her (Slow, slow down)
Boy, you've got to pump the brakes
It's not too late
Our kiss over that Ouija board was years ago
And I know that all we are now is old friends
Still, I can't help but think how much better we were together
From that first kiss until our bitter end
I can't believe you're going to marry her (Slow, slow down)
Misty-eyed for Miss #1 Mistake
She's not so much a trophy wife as a consolation prize (Slow, slow down)
Boy, you've got to pump the brakes
It's not too late