| I’d be your one and only, but I’d only let you down |
| I want your love, but I don’t know what I’d do with it |
| 'Cause there’s a hundred fifty thousand people better than me |
| No, there’s a hundred million people that are better for you |
| No, there’s a billion odd people that are better than me |
| But you don’t know them, and they don’t care about you |
| And you don’t know them, and they don’t care |
| They don’t care about you |
| So I’ll put away my feelings in a shoebox in the closet |
| But now the door barely shuts with so much to hide away |
| 'Cause there’s a hundred fifty thousand people better than me |
| No, there’s a hundred million people that are better for you |
| No, there’s a billion odd people that are better than me |
| But you don’t know them, and they don’t care about you |
| And you don’t know them, and they don’t care |
| They don’t care about you |
| I’d be your one and only, but I’d only let you down |
| I want your love, but I don’t know what I’d do with it |
| 'Cause there’s a hundred fifty thousand people better than me |
| No, there’s a hundred million people that are better for you |
| No, there’s a billion odd people that are better than me |
| But you don’t know them, and they don’t care about you |
| And you don’t know them, and they don’t care |
| They don’t care about you |
| I’m just scared of falling in love |