The instant you pass by a pretty girl
you get all energetic.
You're a troublesome one, my Darling.
You're the most fickle boy in all of space.
Do what you like; I'm saying bye-bye.
#1:
Though you search all over--
forlorn, aren't you, forlorn, aren't you--
You can't find love--
forlorn, aren't you, forlorn, aren't you--
You look like you're shrinking away--
forlorn, aren't you, forlorn, aren't you--
Always reeling every which-way;
where can love be?
Your eyes are like radar,
always turning this way and that
looking for pretty girls.
Even though you typically
get dumped right away,
not even giving up a little,
you keep getting presents of rejection
over and over again.
REPEAT REFRAIN #1.
Even when you're in the middle
of making a move
on me in a sweet tone of voice,
you get distracted in no time, my Darling.
You're the most fickle boy in all of space.
Do what you like; I'm saying bye-bye.
REPEAT REFRAIN #1.
Always reeling every which-way;
where can love be?