We meet for lunch you're an hour late
You hardly touch a thing on your plate
You wind your watch gotta meet a friend
You're up to your same old tricks again
I know I know I can feel it in your eyes
I know I know cause I felt it so many times
You say goodbye and off you go
Your hand was cold and trembling so
I watch you rush hmm to be with him
You're up to your same old tricks again
Uh you're up to your same old tricks again
Composição: John D. Loudermilk