Among many others, Shel Silverstein:

Oh, if you read in the papers that she's been seen
A gettin' in an' out of some millionaire's long, custom made limousine
She may fool you with her smiles, but I can see
That's just a poor hopeless hapless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me

So you were down at Joe's on the night she broke her zipper
And some lame brain drank champagne out of her slipper?
And she danced on the piano and she screamed hurray, I'm free?
That's just her poor hopeless hapless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me

Oh she'll do anything she can just to make me jealous
Of course forgettin' me is gonna take her lots of years
So I call her now and then just out of pity. When she laughs at me
That's just her way of bravely holding back her tears

What's that you say? She got married? Oh the poor little fool!
To some handsome movie star with a mansion and a swimming pool?
And she's looking good and she's got a kid or two or three?
That's just her poor hopeless hapless helpless pathetic way of gettin' over me

(Pathetic way of tryin' to get over me but she ain't never gonna make it honey. I mean those guys, those guys you see her with now, they're relatives, maybe business associates. I mean I know this woman and she's sittin' home bitin' her fingernails. Let me tell you she's just readin' magazines. She may look like she's enjoyin' herself. That's the way she looks when she's really gettin' bad. I know this woman. She'll be back.)