I never loved him, he never reached me He was just someone, someone I knew I think 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 Wasn't I awfully 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