There's this guy I know - he's nothing special he's just
Your average Joe, who walks around like Jesus.
Self-proclaimed Casanova thinks he's such a genius
He's from Mars but he's always trying to visit Venus
Trails of broken hearts are all that's left behind him
Girls will fall apart trying to romanticise him
They'll go crazy he'll say there's nothing more between us
And their tears are just such a massive inconvenience
And you might think that as the string
Of crazy women behind him increases
That he might start to question something else,
Maybe even himself...
But he says
"It's not my fault, I'm always honest with 'em
These girls can't take a bit of criticism
Screaming and shouting and asking me to listen
But it's not my fault that they're all just
Hysterical women
Hysterical women"
These women don't need his critique
He needs to get his head on straight
Cos they're out of his league
He's punching way above his weight
He don't care when he leaves them in pieces
It ain't fair he clears his conscience every time he says
"It's not my fault, I'm always honest with 'em
These girls can't take a bit of criticism
Screaming and shouting and asking me to listen
But it's not my fault that they're all just
Hysterical women
Hysterical women"
It's funny how you think I'd be sympathetic
All sorry for yourself but you'll just have to let it go
Your dream girl seems to be hypothetical
And honey that's what I'm finding hysterical
Yeah that's so funny
It's not their fault
That you've been messing with them
Those girls don't need your little criticisms
Next time they're shouting
Shut up and try to listen
Cos it's not their fault that you made them
Hysterical women
Hysterical women
Your dream girl seems to be hypothetical
It's not their fault that you made them
Hysterical women
