All his exes gather 'round, they rub against my ankles
They're warm and soft, they make nice sounds
They know their pleases and their thank-yous
All his exes call him up to talk about whatever
They want advice on boys and life
He picks them up when they're under the weather
He always says when he hangs up that in the battle of the s**es
It makes him feel so good that he's still friends with all his exes
All his exes throw a party on his birthday every year
They reminisce and drink champagne
I make sure I bring my own beer
I smile politely and check my watch but I notice he never checks his
It makes him feel so good that he's still friends with all his exes
It occurred to me the other day and i just have to put this bluntly
The only exes that I'm still friends with are the two that still want me
He spends so much time with other girls that I always have suspected
Perhaps I would be better off as one of all his exes