Terri Clark

In the pale neon light of a Saturday night
You'll see him walk up to the bar
He'll size up the ladies, the 'no's and the maybe's
Till he finds one who'll let down her guard
Then the band on his hand gets slipped off again
And his disarming charm starts to work
And with a drink and a lie, in the blink of an eye
Something amazing occurs
He's suddenly single
Instantly free
And for three or four hours
He's the man of her dreams
He acts like there's no one waiting at home
He'll be suddenly single
Till he's suddenly gone
He sneaks through the door at a quarter to four
But tonight there's no one to wake