What Do I Know
© 1997 Jim Stringer

He calls while dinner’s sittin’ there on the table
He says he’s working late and he’ll be home when he’s able
I doubt that story, but what do I know.

He shows up smellin’ like a day old drink
There’s lipstick on his collar, but it’s not what you think
Unless you think he’s been foolin’ around, but what do I know

I don’t know much, but I’ll tell you this
You got the lips I’ve been dyin’ to kiss
I doesn’t take a fellow with a PhD to see
You could do better with a guy like me.

So next time he leaves you sittin home for hours
Then shows up grinnin’ with a fist full of flowers
Then ask youself, what does that show?
I’d tell you what it means to me, but what do I know?