How could she do it?
There's nothing to it
A fistful of pills in a foreign hotel
She left a note calling him
Heartless and ruthless
And wishing him well, wishing him well...
Now he dines out on d**h
How could she do it?
Can I live through it?
In this week's chic restaurant
He touches the hand
Of a vapid-eyed girl who once put sweet lips to it
She says, "I understand, oh, I understand...."
Now he dines out on d**h
How could she do it?
Let's help him live through it
Say the New York hostesses
He takes it so well
He lends such distinction to her self-extinction
Let's throw him a party, he Must be in hell....
Now he dines out on d**h