I saw, I couldn't understand
A pretty woman in a bright, red dress
With a phone in both of her hands
In one, she said, "I love you."
In the other, she cooed the same
But the red dress girl seemed so put out
By playing this dangerous game
And then she stood up tall, for all to see
I wondered if the ones who want her know
That they'll never be enough
Cause that's way too much work
And that's way too much work
That's a whole lot of trouble just to wind up hurt
And that's way too much work
I said, that's way too much work
It's so much easier to smile and flirt
Cause that's way too much work
Jane's hooking up with Jimmy
But Jimmy's in love with Joan
Joanie's hot for Jeffrey and Scott
But they just want to be alone
Why is it so much love today
Turns in to so much scorn?
Cause little girls are raised on fairytales
And little boys are raised on porn
Now, the greater the expectation lies
The harder comes the fall
'Til we don't feel a thing at all
And that's way too much work
That's a whole lot of trouble just to kiss the dirt
And that's way too much work
I said, that's way too much work
There's easier ways to try to get in your squirt
And that's way too much work
Now, it's so much more than how we look
But the value placed on useless things these days
How can someone really love you
When they don't know who you are?
Yeah, well, that's way too much work
That's a whole lot of trouble just to kiss the dirt
And that's way too much work
I said, that's way too much work
It's so much easier to kiss and flirt
And that's way too much work
I said, that's way too much work
It's a whole lot of trouble just to wind up hurt
And that's way too much work
Way too much work) Oh yeah