Reed Whittemore: For the Life of Him and Her

For the life of her she couldn't decide what to wear to the
party.
All those clothes in the closet and not a thing to wear.
Nothing to wear, nothing wearable to a party,
Nothing at all in the closet for a girl to wear.

For the life of him he couldn't imagine what she was doing
up there.
She had been messing around in that closet for at least an
hour,
Trying on this, trying on that, trying on all those clothes
up there,
So that they were already late for the party by at least an
hour.

If only he wouldn't stand around down in the hall,
She could get herself dressed for the party, she knew she
could somehow,
But he made her so nervous, he was so nervous there in the
hall
That she didn't think they would get to the party anyhow.

He didn't want to go to the party anyhow,
And he didn't want to stand and stand in the hall,
But he didn't want to tell her he didn't want to go anyhow.
He just didn't want to, that's all.