He doesn’t see her, and she gets by.
He doesn’t see her, and he doesn’t try.
She goes on livin’, and he’s never there.
Isn’t it funny how little men care?

She calls her mama, and talks for a while.
She talks to Mama, pretending to smile.
She watches TV, and sleeps in her chair.
Isn’t it funny how little men care?

She gave her youth to him
Without thinkin’ twice.
Then he walked out on her
And ruined her life.

I never noticed those lines in her face.
I never noticed, but she’s showin’ age.
She’s knittin’ sweaters that no one will wear.
Isn’t it funny how little men care?

Isn’t it funny how little . . . men care?



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