Fancy Lover The Whitlams

Have you ever had a fancy lover?
Goin' crazy trying to keep up with her
It's like you're standing in the darkness
In the theater up the back, joining her ovation
When you wish you could distract her
And take her home

You had to try
Don't some great loves start
With someone aiming so high?

Have you ever had a fancy lover?
Thrown everything that you've got at her
She's the winter that's so bitter
You'll cut wood all summer long
She's two long years of thinking
Going into one old song
And that ain't good

You were doing fine
You knew your chances
And your place in the line

Fancy lovers, they need fancy lovers of their own
You'll camouflage your soul for them
Where do they get to meet their own kind of people
Is there a light on the steeple
That only fancy people see?