Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
She's the one they turn to
When their nights are long
She's the one that's left behind
when the sun gets high
see her crossing town now
as she does each day
they turn to her and smile but
they don't know what to say
and the days of conversations
are a transitory kind
With those empty invitations,
she would rather leave behind
But she graciously obliges,
cause there's always one more chance
That a lover might become a friend
She could never learn to
take the mirror down
So everyone she meets turns to join her in
the frame
From the bigger picture,
you could read her
face
Well, she knows that something's wrong
But she feels so out of place
A smile, a dress, a lipstick kiss
The source of your daddy's praises
Well, it's a lonely, lonely,
lonely place to be
When your mind is where your face is
But she knows what she wants
She just doesn't know how
She'll try once more
and again and again
And a lover might become a friend