I Haven't Got Anything Better to Do

I never loved him, he never reached me
He was just someone, someone I knew
I think about him on alternate Thursdays
When I haven't got anything better to do

He's got a problem if he thinks I need him
I couldn't care less now that we're through
I only sit home and wait for his phone call
When I haven't got anything better to do

Wasn't I awfully smart
Not to fall and break my heart?

And when he kissed me, he never ever moved me
Nothing fantastic, thrilling, or new
So if I'm crying, I'm only crying