Here I go out the door of my apartment Before I miss my train And there's no way that is happening 'Cause my girl you see Has been doing things without me So I'm going to see What's been going on without me Is my ex a film critic? And now living as a nanny in Manhattan Hear this from me Some folks are telling jokes About the secrets she writes About all words for each and every one of those Songs about people that you know From the train to the car And as we drove I kept calling Leaving cute one liners there on your machine I'm looking in your window And there's some guy looking back at me Please tell me what the hell is happening Well, your ex, the film critic Is now living as a nanny in Manhattan Hear this from me Some folks are telling jokes About the things that she wrote Words for each and every one of those Songs about people that you know This is what I mean So it should sound mean It's just because you ain't actin' like a friend Like our last phone call Forget to chill You need to know And don't ever talk to me that way again