A thousand violins will play for you
While you set and roll your deep blue eyes
A thousand to win
A thousand you lose
But I'll be your consolation prize
All you do is sigh

I wore my fringe like Roger McGuinn's
I wore it hoping to impress
So frightfully camp, it made you laugh
Tomorrow I'll buy myself a dress
How ludicrous

I don't mean to pry
But didn't that guy
Crumple up your nose a thousand times?
He made you cry

I'll be your consolation prize
Although
I know
I'll never be man enough for you