Fickle Love

I could tell she was a materialistic lover from the start
She's the kind of girl who finds enjoyment in breaking poor boys hearts
And I guess I don't have the privilege of telling you what to do
It's not my place to run around advising who not to screw

[Chorus]
She had a lasting presence in your head, I could see it set like lead
She walked out the front door, expecting sympathy of course
A presence in your mouth, I could feel it in your doubt
You sat there smoking in the rain, absorbed in all your thoughts

Please don't come on to me, asking for my advice
It's not my fault she took you in those August summer nights
And I guess I don't have the privilege of telling you what to do
It's not my place to run around advising who not to screw

[Chorus]
She had a lasting presence in your head, I could see it set like lead
She walked out the front door, expecting sympathy of course
A presence in your mouth, I could feel it in your doubt
You sat there smoking in the rain, absorbed in all your thoughts

[bridge] x2
Baby it's a fickle love, you and me
It's not the kind of thing you read about in books or watch on TV
It's a fickle love, you and me
It's more plastic than fantastic