Carly Simon - It's Not Like Him Lyrics
(carly simon/jacob brackman)When tom came home his hair was combedHe bought snakeskin boots in romeThats not like himHis socks are clean, his shirt is pressedIt isnt just the way hes dressedHe smiles out of context and acts so politeHes staying at his cousins overnightThe protein shakes, thats not like himThe carrot cakes, thats not like himThe oatbran flakes, thats not like himAnd the sweet name he called me in his sleep last nightOh, thats not like himHe whispers on the telephoneHe goes out smelling of cologneThats not like himIts just a superficial thingBut hes misplaced his wedding ringHes become quite a connoisseur of wineHes quoting yeats and gertrude steinThe soho pub, thats not like himThe racquet club, thats not like himThose books on love, thats not like himAnd the sweet name he called me in his sleep last nightOh, thats not like himI caught a glimpse of tom todayAt a checkout counter, about to payHe had a girl on his armIm glad hes helping out the poorIts not like the tom I knew beforeSomething so touching it made me cryBut my heart was racing, I dont know whyThose new blue suede shoes, thats not like himThe ray ban shades, thats not like himThose downtown ways, thats not like himAnd the sweet name he called me in his sleep last nightOh, thats not like himThe red suspenders, thats not like himThe berries in the blender, thats not like himThose twelve step groups, thats not like himAnd guadeloupe, thats not like himThose books on zen, thats not like himThe karate classes, thats not like himThe fishing gear, thats not like himNot like him, thats not like him
