There are girls who just couldn’t care less
If the bedroom’s a mess
Your pants left lying ‘round the floor
They’ll love you even more
You picked up mine and put them on your head
Bringing me breakfast in bed
And that’s when I started to suppose
You must be one of those

There are girls who just couldn’t care less
If your memory’s a mess
They’ll hug you, ready to forgive
Present-less on Christmas eve
Once, when I forgot your name
You smiled “you men are all the same”
And that’s when I started to suppose
You must be one of those

There are boys who just couldn’t care less
If the kitchen is a mess
They really seem to think it’s kind of fun
When all the ironing’s not been done
Once you forgot to fill the fridge with beer
Still you smiled and called me dear
You can tell now by your broken nose
That I’m not one of those