She knows when I'm lonesome
And she cries when I'm sad
She's up in the good times
She's down in the bad
Whenever I'm discouraged
She knows just what to do
But girl, she doesn't know about you
I can tell her my troubles
She makes them all seem right
I can make up excuses
Not to hold her at night
We can talk of tomorrow
I'll tell her things that I want to do
But girl, how can I tell her