[Verse 1] I thought he was the real McCoy, a strictly solid sender, A smooth-talking gent with a smile soft and tender. He wore a snappy zoot suit and drove a shiny coupe, Now I’m left sitting here, strictly on the stoop. [Verse 2] He said I was his main chick, his swell little dame, Turns out love to that palooka was just a crooked game. He filled my head with dreams and promises untold, While leaving my aching heart out in the bitter cold. [Chorus] I put on my best glad rags to meet him at the joint, He blew in late without a word and missed the main point. He sat there blowing smoke and checking out the room, While casting over my soul a shadow dark as gloom. [Orchestral Interlude] [Verse 3] I heard through the grapevine he’s got another gal, A fancy little killer chick who set his heart a-sail. He took me for a ride, he sold me down the line, Now he’s out on the town while I sit here and pine. [Bridge] My girlfriends warned me early, said "Sister, watch your step, That big cheese is a two-timer, he’s running out of pep." [Outro] So close the blinds and turn the blues up low upon the box, This dame is done with romance and its heavy-handed knocks. [End]
