Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein



Oh, if you read in the papers that she's been seen
A-gettin' in an' out
of some millionaire's long custom-made limousine
She may fool you with her smiles, but I can see
That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless
Pathetic way of gettin' over me

So, you were down at Joe's on the night she broke her zipper
And some lamebrain drunk champagne out o' her slipper
And she danced on the piano, and she screamed, "Hooray, I'm free"
That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless
Pathetic way of gettin' over me

Oh, she'll do anything she can just to make me jealous
Of course, forgettin' me is gonna take her lots o' years
So I call her now and then just out of pity
When she laughs at me
That's just her way of bravely holding back her tears
What's that you say?
She got married?
Oh, the poor little fool
To some handsome movie star with a mansion and a swimming pool?
And she's looking good?
And she's got a kid, or two or three?
That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless
Pathetic way of gettin' over me

Pathetic way of tryin' to get over me
But she ain't never gonna make it, honey
I mean those guys... those guys you see her with now
They're... they're the relatives... maybe business associates
I mean... I know this woman
And she's sittin' home bitin' her fingernails
Let me tell you... she's just readin' magazines.
She may look like she's enjoyin' herself
That's the way she looks when she's really feelin' bad
I know this woman