Hey, little darling you've been had He's gonna leave you Well, it's sad You thought he was a fool An idiot - and you were wrong You're all dressed up looking good indeed but the wine is off and so's the heat and you're going out You want to get laid but he's much too young and bemused, I'm afraid It's meaningless and quite all right Fiddling with your life round and round you go Meticulous uncertainty here we go The racetracks won't put a spell on you 'cause the horses died as the jockeys grew And you wash your hands 'till your fingers ache and you wipe your eyes 'till the lenses break It's meaningless and quite all right Fiddling with your life round and round you go Meticulous uncertainty here we go It's meaningless and quite all right Meticulous uncertainty Here we go