Ain't It Just The Way
c. Zachary Lang Freiwald 2001

Ain't it just the way 
That the prettiest girls
Say they don't need a man

They're the ones that have 
Places to go/Things to see 
And ideas that could never pan

Yeah, they could be
Fairly down to earth and pleasing
And still say that we're better off friends

Well I've spent a lot of time 
Seeing this and I know 
Exactly how it all ends

Well, it's them at thirty-eight 
Crawling, ragged
And drinking at the bars

Trying to dance with a younger man
Not getting nowhere
And going home lonely in their cars

And they'll spend
These lonely nights searching
Waiting for the one

Until forty comes and they 
Haven't found a thing but wrinkles 
And no place to run

So, now they finally see
That independence
Has made them a slave to themselves

That not even Santa Claus 
Can make you feel better 
Not even his elves

Maybe everything wasn't as good 
As you perceived 
Maybe love held it all

And all you had to do
To avoid this honey
Was break down and give me a call

Well, ain't it just the way
That the prettiest girls 
Say they don't need a man