I can see you looking at him
the same way I once did.
I can tell your mind's a working,
wishing that you could be his.
But right now he's sitting with me
like he has for the past few years.
Pretending that he's heard a word I
said since a couple round of beers.
He'll try to hide that you caught his eye.
It ain't nothing new.
So I think I'll say three words to him,
then another three to you.
Go to hell, unless you're hard.
He'll play dumb, though you ain't that smart.
He just lost the best thing he had going.
But come Smith, I'm glad you asked.
Take him home, I don't want him back.
One last thing before we part.
Go to hell, unless you're hard.
He'll tell you he'll be faithful.
He'll swear there's only you.
Maybe for a little while,
that lie won't be the truth.
But later on one day you'll notice,
maybe even in the same bar.
Some woman staring clearly,
not a stranger to his charm.
He'll try to hide that you caught his eye,
but it won't be nothing new.
Then you'll say three words to him,
and the same three I said to you.
Go to hell, unless you're hard.
He'll play dumb, though you ain't that smart.
He just lost the best thing he had going.
But come Smith, I'm glad you asked.
Take him home, I don't want him back.
One last thing before we part.
Go to hell,
unless you're hard.
When you finally kick him to the curb.
*** a beer and tell all the cheaters of the world.
Go to hell, unless you're hard.
Don't play dumb, you ain't that smart.
You just lost the best thing you had going.
But come Smith,
I'm glad you asked.
Say goodbye,
don't come back.
One last thing before we part.
Go to hell, unless you're hard.