Talking to death, crying on the telephone The nights when he drinks at home She has to whisper through her tears Johnny, she says, could never do those things to me But I could never make her see She’s wasted such precious years Well you married the wrong guy that’s all I ever say Bridge: He’s a no good so and so But she’ll never let him go, though she knows it will never work She loves the jerk, she loves the jerk He was the guy always out on the make I guess he has what it takes To turn the head of pretty girls She thought he might change, the worst of us can settle down But he couldn’t stay out of town Not even for this precious girl So she lives with the lies and the bumps and the bruises Bridge + Chorus I hung up the phone and I pretend she’s in my arms What I wouldn’t give for just one bit of what she gives Mr. Johnny Bridge + Chorus (up 1 measure) by: José Duarte [email protected]