Now I’m standing by the fountain
and I’m counting
all the sunken coins
maybe they know what it’s like

To be the stain on your shirt
and the hole in your jeans
to be the speckle of dirt
on your dress so clean

Because I give you my all
and you give nothing to me
so go on do what you like

You never meant what you said
but you said it because you’ve had one or two
and I know that’s what you’re like

Now I’m standing by the wall feeling small
as you’re working the room
and I know that he’s your type

With his tight fitted shirt
and his designer jeans
well you treat me like dirt
and I treat you like a queen
you have all the time in the world
but not a second for me
So go on do what you like