The Girl Doesn’t Get It Belle and Sebastian

Well, the girl doesn't get it
And you can't ever tell her
She will go with whoever wants her
It's a myth that they're selling
That there's one perfect fella
Take the pick of the cherries - go slow!
There's a world through the front door
There are people who need more
There is love in the supermarket

I got hopes for the future
And it doesn't need money
And it doesn't need two-faced liars

One face is smiling
Telling us to be afraid
Painting a world of darkness
But the other face is hidden
And the eyes are looking back in time
Gazing out on a fading empire

You're alone in the dark night
Sitting down with your worries
'Cause your glorious youth got fucked up
You're a train in the siding
You're a car in a pileup
You should dance till your heart is joyful