Well she followed him from Phoenix out to Californ
And then she passed out on the bed
And all the little things he never even asked her for
She simply smiled and shook her head

Why can't we smile just like we used to
Why don't you figure anymore
Why has my sympathy now turned to malice
It doesn't matter anymore

And now I realize I'm living like a trucker does
Although I haven't got the belly
And though she followed me to California all the way
I only wanna watch the telly

Why can't we smile just like we used to
Why don't you figure anymore
Why has my sympathy now turned to malice
It doesn't matter anymore

He asked her please stop quoting Rod McKuen in your postcards
Can't understand it anymore
And if you're gonna read your poetry aloud to me
I'll have to show you to the door

Why can't we smile just like we used to
Why don't you figure anymore
Why has my sympathy now turned to malice
It doesn't matter anymore