You build him everyday
A man softer than clay
He blur in the dark, misshapen
The softer focus was no mistake
That's what you do Dianne, to craft a man that doesn't hurt you
That's what you present to your friends a man, a man with virtues
That I don't think he has, Dianne
I don't think he has, Dianne
It made us so ashamed
We give friends a bad name
But how were we to know
He was ideal, the perfect go-to man
With softer hands
Than those that came before him,
You adored him and
You told us stories,
Made us feel like you
Always had a happy glow
But now we know
That's what you do Dianne, to craft a man that doesn't hurt you
That's what you present to your friends a man, a man with virtues
That I don't think he has, Diane
I don't think he has, Diane
That's what you do Dianne, to craft a man that doesn't hurt you
That's what you present to yourself a man, a man that loves you
But I don't think he can, Dianne
I don't think he can, Dianne
I don't think he can
I don't think he can
Dianne