It's the Girl That Makes Him Sad

He wakes up early in the afternoon
Staring at the paintings of the planets of his room
His day was over before it could start
Was it Mary, Claire, or Linda that broke your heart this time?
And if you feel like crying lakes again
Over a lady friend
Humiliating, nasty habits
It’s the girl that makes him sad
It’s the girl that makes him sad
He wakes up early in the afternoon
Staring at the paintings of the planets of his room
His mother left him and locked him in chains
Was it Marie Teresa? of Spain, you know?
Uh, ah
Oh it’s the girl that makes him sad
It’s the girl that makes him sad