She looks at me, and I can’t believe  

What churns in me, that strange, unnerving

Hold on me, that stuns me as I see

She turns from me, and then I can’t believe

The wound inside that’s now torn wide

The walls where once I hid.

With just a smile she broke my wiles

And pierced my heart, oh yes! 

Oh, but then I see, her eyes alight 

On someone else, not me, 

And with her laugh I burst inside, you see, 

And burn to tear apart his face in glee. 

But then she stands, and this tepid lover

Seeks out another,  leaving both of us aflame.    

My friend stares at me and I can’t believe

I almost killed him for a dame!   

Oh, but that, you see, is why I can’t give in 

To what aches in me, a heart that melts at every

Blush it sees, no matter if 

That wiggle’s meant for me.  

Oh it’s hopeless, can’t you see?

When will I learn how to discern

The fickle ways of love?

When will I learn how to discern

The fickle ways of love?

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Oh, but that, you see, is why I can’t give in 

To what aches in me, a heart that melts at every

Blush it sees, no matter if 

That wiggle’s meant for me.  

Oh it’s hopeless, can’t you see?

When will I learn how to discern

The fickle ways of love?

When will I learn how to discern

The fickle ways of love?

​The fickle ways of love?

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- Words and music by Kirby Lee Davis, copyright January 2012