Once Again

Last night, we were together. Well, I doted upon him and he acknowledged me. It was something, I guess. He was with a woman he used to see. I can't compete with her. She's beautiful, talented. She can sing. I can't sing. How do I compete with that? Hey, Man of My Dreams, guess what, I can critize really well. I can make fun of stuff like nobody's business. Yeah, that'll work.