I never loved him, he never reached me,
He was just someone, someone I knew;
I think a about him on alternate Thursdays
When I haven't got anything better to do.

He's got a problem if he thinks I need him;
I couldn't care less, now that we're through.
I only sit home and wait for his phone call
When I haven't got anything better to do.

Bridge:

Wasn't I awf'ly smart
Not to fall and break my heart?

And when he kissed me, he never moved me,
Nothing fantastic, thrilling or new.
So, if I'm crying, I'm only crying
'Cause I haven't got anything better to do.