Fancy Lover Songtext

von The Whitlams

Have you ever had fancy lover?
Gone crazy tryin to keep up with her
Its like you're standing in the darkness
In the theatre up the back
Joining her ovation
When you wish you could distract and take her home
You had to try
Don't some great loves start with someone aiming too high?

Have you ever had a fancy lover?
Thrown everything that you've got, at her
She's the winner that's so bitter
You cut wood all summer long
Its two long years of thinking going into one old song
And that aint good
You're doing fine
You knew your chances
And your place in the line

Fancy lovers, they need fancy lovers of their own
You'll camouflage your soul for them
Where do they get to meet their own kind of people?
Is there a light on the steeple that only fancy people see?

When you try and keep a fancy lover
You force her hand and then discover
She wouldn't look so perfect if it was just for you
Is there a guy behind your shoulder
That she may have noticed too
You'll never know
You had to be in
You bet on hearts boy
Even when you won't win

And then she'll take the field against you
Fighting above your weight and your height
One hundred ways to hit the canvas
A thousand days to beat the count

Fancy lovers, they need fancy lovers of their own
You camouflage your soul for them
Where do they get to meet their own kind of people?
Is there a light upon the steeple that only fancy people see?
That only fancy people see
Fancy