Called off the search since I found you, ’cause I’m not sure I can do any better.
I’ve had no luck playing the field, so I give up, I retire this old jersey.
And if I ever think I might find someone better, I promise I will lie to you. I’ll pretend to be content to stand beside you, and no one will suspect a thing.
We’ll start our breed by mixing the worst parts of me with the worst parts of you.
The nine to five for the beehive, not quite alive, it’s more like doing time.
And if I ever think I might have done things better, I will imbibe a pint or two. We’ll pretend to be happily ever after and see how many we can fool.
Between empty hands and empty head, guess I know whose side I am on. I guess it don’t matter in the end, ’cause I know who’d score the winning run. Well, I forfeit this game, you’ve won.