When love is spent - a time I do regret
And ask myself, "How stupid can I get?"
My daydreams go through. I think about you thrusting into her
And I ask myself, "How stupid can you get?"
When love is spent, it is a time I do respect
And I ask myself, "How foolish can you get?"
My daydreams go through
Now, no longer think of her
And I ask myself