You are the old fashioned type,
Being all gentlemen-like, so smooth.
So we were wrong from the get-go,
As I was the person to make the first move.

 

You are so many years younger than me,
And so many more than the guy before,
But somehow I can’t take my eyes off you,
somehow I want you more.

 

Set up for failure, my love,
I do not understand the allure, my love,
But somehow I can’t get enough,
I can’t get enough.

When we are at the club,

I dance, I smile, being at my best,

then some guy comes up to me,

and you respond real fast.

 

You get jealous at the blink of an eye,

there is that classic man again,

Am I mistaken possession for love,

Are you my lover, or just a friend?

 

Set up for failure, my love,
I do not understand the allure, my love,
But somehow I can’t get enough,
I can’t get enough.

 

You say you hate your house,

a great location but that is it,

But if I ask you to live with me,

you don’t seem to think it’ll fit.

 

Does it not fit in your heart,
to love me, deeply and dearly,
or do you not see a future here,

even though I see it so clearly?

 

Set up for failure, my love,
I do not understand the allure, my love,
But somehow I can’t get enough,
I can’t get enough.

 

We are just set up for failure man,

I cannot seem to understand.

And yet I cannot walkt away

I just want to be with you another day.

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