Hey, little darling
you've been had
He's gonna leave you
Well, it's sad
You thought he was a fool
An idiot - and you were wrong
You're all dressed up
looking good indeed
but the wine is off
and so's the heat
and you're going out
You want to get laid
but he's much too young
and bemused, I'm afraid
It's meaningless
and quite all right
Fiddling with your life
round and round you go
Meticulous uncertainty
here we go
The racetracks won't
put a spell on you
'cause the horses died
as the jockeys grew
And you wash your hands
'till your fingers ache
and you wipe your eyes
'till the lenses break
It's meaningless
and quite all right
Fiddling with your life
round and round you go
Meticulous uncertainty
here we go
It's meaningless
and quite all right
Meticulous uncertainty
Here we go