LYRIC FOR SALE

By Jax Martin

Everybody’s A Fool In Love

I’m no different than the rest
I’m educated and cultured
I may have failed a few math tests
But quite frankly, as for the rest
I can pull my weight, for sure

So why, oh why
I pick my brain and scratch my head
When it comes to Michael or Fred
Oh why do I
Feel dumber than a two year old
Trying to solve a chinese puzzle?

Everybody’s a fool in love
They said that practice makes perfect
You can tell that to Taylor or old Jerry
From Anthony to Zack, with love
Keeping this little heart in check
Is much harder than learning my ABCs

I’m no different than the rest
I’m often seeked out to console
When a friend’s heart is in a mess
And I’m quite sure she would attest
That I am of sound counsel

So why, oh why
I scratch my head and pick my brain
Does the heart have to be so strange?
And why do I
Keep falling for the same old traps
Like an old cheese luring a rat?

Everybody’s a fool in love
They said that practice makes perfect
You can tell that to Taylor or old Jerry
From Anthony to Zack, with love
Keeping this little heart in check
Is much harder than learning my ABCs

(spoken)
Help! I think my heart’s an amnesiac
Come on, you little fool, don’t stand so near the cliff’s edge
Don’t you remember what happened last time?
What’s that?
Oh, you think the fall’s part of the thrill, do you?
« The unknown, the leap of faith, cross my heart, hope to fly »?
Why, you little jackass
Remember how long it took to piece you back together last time?
Silly little fool…

Everybody’s a fool in love
They said that practice makes perfect
You can tell that to Taylor or old Jerry
From Anthony to Zack, with love
Keeping this little heart in check
Is much harder than learning my ABCs

(spoken)
Help! I think my heart’s suicidal
Come on, you daredevil, you know this stunt won’t end well
Why would it be different than the last time?
What now?
Oh, I can’t be sure of that until I’ve tried?
« Cross my heart, say a prayer, dare to fall, learn to fly »?
Fine, you little wiseman
Spearhead the attack, march to the beat of your own drummer
You little trooper…

Everybody’s a fool in love
They said that practice makes perfect...

Everybody’s a fool in love
I guess nobody is perfect
Why don’t we all just stop trying to pretend?
Just breathe deep and take heart, my loves
Your Misters and Misses Perfect
May well be waiting right around the next bend


J.R. Mallard 20/02/2019