She's showing him off by making him talk

She's putting her hand in his pocket

It shows on her face, what she doesn't say

What she doesn't say

You don't know me

You don't know me at all

She doesn't know that we know

That we've been there before

We always pay attention when she walks through the door

It's the clothes that she chooses

It's the words that she uses

She says, "You don't know me

You don't know me at all"

She's trying hard to pretend that it's not really happening

But we can see her smiling from afar

We don't see her much anymore

But we can hear her whistling as she walks to her car

You don't know me

You don't know me at all