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
Oh, 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
Can't you see it's just
A stupid mid-life crisis?
It's the folly of love
Oh, 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 simple child who stood
And stared right through ya
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

You stare into those pretty vacant eyes
And only now you start to realize
It's the folly of love
Oh, it's the folly of love
It's the folly of love
It's the folly of love