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 loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
