Fickle

Fickle You're so fickle You've always gotta change your mind And leave me with a riddle Fickle You're so fickle I never know which way to run You leave me with so little Thursday night I made your grade And we were fine fine fine Yesterday we were naming kids But today I close the door and Someone else is on your amplifier Fickle You're so fickle You've always gotta change your mind And leave me with a riddle You don't make sense You with your good intentions and eccentricities You love and hate me, do nothing but frustrate me You starve me then feed me, you patch me up and leave me bleeding Wed me, divorce me, you chase me then ignore me You drop me and sign me, you kneel to pray then say cor blind me Thursday night I made your grade And we were fine fine fine Yesterday we were sharing soap Today I close the door and Someone else is on your motorcycle Fickle You're so fickle You've always gotta change your mind And leave me with a riddle You don't make sense You with your good intent and all of your jealousy You don't add up You with your torturous love and fake psychology, it's killing me You love and hate me, do nothing but frustrate me You starve me then feed me, you patch me up and leave me bleeding Wed me, divorce me, you chase me then ignore me You drop me then sign me, you kneel to pray then say cor blind me (Repeat "Kneel to pray, say cor blind me" to fade) Fickle You're so fickle Fickle You're so fickle You're so fickle