Consolation Prize

A thousand violins will play for you While you sit and roll your deep blue eyes A thousand to win, a thousand you lose But I'll be your consolation prize All you do is sigh I wore my fringe like Roger McGuinn's I wore it hoping to impress So frightfully camp, it made you laugh Tomorrow I'll buy myself a dress How ludicrous I don't mean to pry but didn't that guy Crumple up your face a thousand times? He made you cry I'll be your consolation prize Although I know I'll never be man enough for you I'll never be man enough for you I'll never be man enough for you I'll never be man enough for you I'll never be man enough for you I'll never be man enough for you For you