Fickle love Nothing like the heavens above. It don't add up I went and told the doctor of love And he, sent me to the priest Who told me to get down on my knees But I'm in too deep There's quicksand on the battlefield A love supreme Lasting like the gold medal dream There was me and awesome you Hosting in a heavenly zoo Just a, a look, a glance It's better than the closest of dances Our love's assured with me Even if the picture's obscured Even if the picture's obscured Two hundred lines Juliet, you're growing up blind You should reinvent your face Reinvent the whole human race You were born with so much style You've been ahead for so many years When you finally met your matching soul You ran out like a little girl You ran out like a little girl You ran out like a little girl You ran out like a little girl Prayers and pills Dusty nights in quivering hotels You're an act sublime You're Stepford to my Goffin and King singing Will you still love me? Tomorrow, when the cocaine is gone And you smile your smile so big and free And tell me I should come again And tell me I should come again. And tell me I should come again And tell me I should come again