He rarely worries He rarely calls his family And the ladies, fine ladies Well he chases them like Apollo chasin' Daphne Oh, why doesn't he ever chase me? Have I always been a tree? With a surplus of devotion For a man who's never made a motion toward me He ignores me What good is all my crying for? He's always searchin' for someone to love him Like a television actress Or an heiress Someone famous Like a princess who's lived in Paris (But has really gotta say the city's lost its charm for her lately)