I've walked a hundred miles
I've seen a hundred thousand smiles
Not one of them as beautiful, as beautiful as yours
And all the petrol station flowers
Or all the stolen looks in the small hours
Will never know, we'll never know, we'll never know why

Young and Lovestruck will find themselves stuck right bang in
the middle of melodrama and fear.
TV says that the insecure will always be lonely and business
stands to improve, improve

And how times have changed and our love songs are re-arranged
For different names, a different face
I'll pretend that it's for you
And with that sentiment intact
Please keep the first line as a fact
You never know, you never know, you never know why

All my infatuations, they never made it past
The internet or a night you'll regret

And all the fashion types, Are shagging indie types
And teaching them how to smoke and how to dress
And they're dressing to impress
And they're dressed like all the rest