Fickle   You're so fickle   You've always gotta change your mind   And leave me with a riddle      Fickle   You're so fickle   I never know which way to run   You leave me with so little      Thursday night I made your grade   And we were fine fine fine   Yesterday we were naming kids   But today I close the door and   Someone else is on your amplifier      Fickle   You're so fickle   You've always gotta change your mind   And leave me with a riddle      You don't make sense   You with your good intentions and eccentricities      You love and hate me, do nothing but frustrate me   You starve me then feed me, you patch me up and leave me bleeding   Wed me, divorce me, you chase me then ignore me   You drop me and sign me, you kneel to pray then say cor blind me      Thursday night I made your grade   And we were fine fine fine   Yesterday we were sharing soap   Today I close the door and   Someone else is on your motorcycle      Fickle   You're so fickle   You've always gotta change your mind   And leave me with a riddle      You don't make sense   You with your good intent and all of your jealousy   You don't add up   You with your torturous love and fake psychology, it's killing me      You love and hate me, do nothing but frustrate me   You starve me then feed me, you patch me up and leave me bleeding   Wed me, divorce me, you chase me then ignore me   You drop me then sign me, you kneel to pray then say cor blind me      [Repeat "Kneel to pray, say cor blind me" to fade]      Fickle   You're so fickle      Fickle   You're so fickle      You're so fickle