The Silent Treatment
The silent treatment 
The icy shoulder There's nothin' colder 
It never fails If, from his lies and alibi-in' 
You're in distress And to combat it you've been tryin' 
But, more or less, without success 
A diet of deadly quiet 
Can be a sure cure for all that ails 
Man knows it only mean disaster 
For he'll never be the master of 
The silent treatment, the weapon of a woman in love