The Folly of Love - Aurelio Voltaire

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

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

You just didn’t rose of a mid-life crisis

It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love

It’s 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 lady 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

So you stare into those pretty vacant eyes

And only now you start to realize

It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love

It’s the folly of love