You get a tiny, matching tattoo
On that pristine canvas, four decades new
To impress a walking ransom note
Who's got more ink than all the plays that Shakespeare wrote
And you wonder why she don't get what you say
As you stare into the eyes of someone half your age
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
You fly a girl halfway 'cross the land
You buy a ring and place it on her dainty hand
Then she thanks some random stranger on the internet
For some likes he gave her yet she hasn't thanked you yet
And you sweat and swear as the pressure's rising
You're just in the pros of a mid-life crisis
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
So you sing some bars of Cohen's Hallelujah
To a lady child who stood and stared right through ya
'Cause you can't speak of love and passion to someone who hasn't lived
And you'll never find that treasure cause she hasn't one to give
So you stare into those pretty, vacant eyes
And only now, you start to realise
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love