Ladies' Man

He rarely worries
He rarely calls his family

And the ladies, fine ladies
Well he chases them like Apollo chasin' Daphne
Oh, why doesn't he ever chase me?
Have I always been a tree?

With a surplus of devotion
For a man who's never made a motion toward me
He ignores me
What good is all my crying for?

He's always searchin' for someone to love him
Like a television actress
Or an heiress
Someone famous
Like a princess who's lived in Paris
(But has really gotta say the city's lost its charm for her lately)