Dianne

You build him everyday
A man softer than clay

He blur in the dark, misshapen
The softer focus was no mistake

That’s what you do Dianne, to craft a man that doesn’t hurt you
That’s what you present to your friends a man, a man with virtues
That I don’t think he has, Dianne
I don’t think he has, Dianne

It made us so ashamed
We give friends a bad name

But how were we to know
He was ideal, the perfect go-to man
With softer hands
than those that came before him,
you adored him and

You told us stories,
made us feel like you
Always had a happy glow
but now we know

That’s what you do Dianne, to craft a man that doesn’t hurt you
That’s what you present to your friends a man, a man with virtues
That I don’t think he has, Diane
I don’t think he has, Diane

That’s what you do Dianne, to craft a man that doesn’t hurt you
That’s what you present to yourself a man, a man that loves you
But I don’t think he can, Dianne
I don’t think he can, Dianne

I don’t think he can
I don’t think he can

Dianne