At 2 p.m. she eats a late lunch by design
So that she'll have some self-control at dinnertime
Not much at all gets done on Friday afternoon
So who would mind if she should leave a little soon?
The welcome breath of open air
The daily driving regimen
Talk radio to fill her head
Until the exit's missed again

At 4 p.m. her second shower of the day
She shuts her eyes and lets the workweek wash away
Repaints her toes and fingernails
Sprays on three dollars of perfume
Brushes her teeth
And tries on clothes
Until they clutter up the room

At 6 p.m. she shows up at her friend's house late
We have to eat before the concert starts at eight
She says hello to our mutual friends
Hugs me a little bit too tight
They told me she came just for me
And now I see that they were right

It does nothing for me
But make me sad
That you did all this
For nothing

You had to know that I never saw you
As a star in my life's fairytale
Did you think that you'd really change that at all
By putting your hair in a ponytail?