Want her, have her 
Two years have gone now, 
But I can't relate to the never-ending games 
That you play 
As desire passes through 
Then you're open to the [bad word] 
I hope you understand 

And your love is standing next to me 

The one you fell for makes it seem juvenile 
And you'll laugh at yourself again and again 
And we'll drink to the thoughts she'll 
Remember you, maybe tomorrow 
And your love is standing next to me