The Folly of Love

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're just in the pros 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
 'Cause 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 realise
 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