She had her mind made up just like her face
  She painted in the lines and shadows
  She shaded color in that would express
  The lonely mood that follows
  Love, short and painful and tidy lies in self-defense
  She just told a thing or two to the King of Confidence
  
  You said that he could tell her anything
  She even held him when he was crying
  And made her feel she was the only one
  You knew that he was lying when he said he was lying
  
  Love is short and painful, that she finally made sense
  Of the love he had for the one and only King of Confidence
  
  It's hard enough to be your lover and alone your confidant
  You say you know what I need but you don't know who I want
  It's just another tawdry morning now
  another tarnished farewell
  Your body's tired and complaining now
  But you're too tore down to tell
  
  Love is short and painful, all you kind ladies and gents
  I spent years and a couple of days as the King of Confidence
  
  It's hard enough to be your lover and alone your confidant
  You say you know what I need but you don't know who I want
  It's just another tawdry morning now
  another tarnished farewell
  Your body's tired and complaining now
  But you're too tore down to tell
  
  Love is short and painful, all you kind ladies and gents
  I spent years and a couple of days as the King of Confidence
  I spent years and a couple of days as the King of Confidence