| His footsteps in the stairs |
| They just ruined my peace |
| With a layman’s sense of style |
| He arrived |
| The footsteps in the stairs |
| They just ruin my peace |
| With a layman’s sense of style |
| He arrived |
| And I never liked |
| The cloak-and-dagger approach to love |
| But with that, one day at a time |
| I get by |
| All the strain of being with him |
| I may appear insane |
| Someone in constant search for pain |
| But seen against a backdrop |
| A fabric not that thin |
| It’s all good, I could’ve been |
| Forgetting the name of my lover |
| Moving right on to another |
| Going on like this my whole life through |
| I’m so glad it’s over |
| That I’m here with my three-leaf clover |
| No longer out for someone new |
| But I, I never really saw the pieces fall into place |
| But I’m sure I saw them try |
| Yes they tried |
| And I never really saw the pieces fall into place |
| But I’m sure I saw them try |
| Yes they tried |
| All the strain of being with him |
| I may appear insane |
| Someone in constant search for pain |
| But seen against a backdrop |
| A fabric not that thin |
| It’s all good I could have been |
| Breaking the bones of a lover |
| Moving right on to another |
| Going on like that my whole life through |
| I’m so glad it’s over |
| That I’m here with my three-leaf clover |
| No longer after someone new |
| And that’s why I’ve come to this secret understanding |
| With myself |
| Not another one |
| Not another one |
| No longer out for another one |
| No longer after someone new |