Ask the girl with the face
Is she happy, is she sad?
Is the day she got burned
The worst she had?
And wouldn't her tears make you glad?
Ask her and she'll tell you so
The only thing she'll ever know
Is that
Good spreads good
Bad spreads bad
What's the point being mad
When mad is all there is today
And mad is not much fun
Well at least the best man won.