"Face It Girl, It's Over" by Nancy Wilson

When you look into his eyes 
And he turns away 
Sitting at a corner table 
And theres nothing much to say 

Does he have to draw you pictures 
Does he have to spell it out 
Face it girl, its over 
Wo-oyeah, its over 

When he glances at his watch 
And it isnt late 
And you try to amuse him 
And he doesnt concentrate 

Just how plainly can he tell you 
Does he have to shout out loud 
Face it girl, its over 

 
Whats the use in hanging on 
 
As he slowly slips away from you 

Dont go along for the ride 
Keep some semblence of pride 
Theres really nothing you can do 
 
There aint nothing you can do girl 

So the time has come, I know, for our last good-bye 
Guess Ill have to go on living, when its easier to die 
Give me strength enough to take it 
Take it like a woman should 

 know, I know, 
I 
know its over 
Its over