Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
Aurelio Voltaire
You get a tiny, matching tattoo
On that pristine canvas, four decades new
To impress a walking ransom note
Who's got more ink than all the plays that Shakespeare wrote
And you wonder why she don't get what you say
As you stare into the eyes of someone half your age
It's the folly of love
Oh, it's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
You fly a girl halfway 'cross the land
You buy a ring and place it on her dainty hand
Then she thanks some random stranger on the internet
For some likes he gave her yet she hasn't thanked you yet
And you sweat and swear as the pressure's rising
Can't you see it's just a stupid mid-life crisis?
It's the folly of love
Oh, its the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
So you sing some bars of Cohen's Hallelujah
To a simple child who stood and stared right through ya
You can't speak of love and passion to someone who hasn't lived
And you'll never find that treasure cause she hasn't one to give
You stare into those pretty vacant eyes
And only now you start to realize
It's the folly of love
Oh, it's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love