Two years ago, I saw a girl cry over a guy
I was disgusted; why waste precious tears from your pretty eyes?
It's not that the guy got burnt or that he died
All he wanted to do he did, and then he lied.

Love in his heart was as far away as Saturn's rings
She, led by words, led her heart to a heartsting
He did what he was so bent on doing
And disappeared after a taste of the finer things.

There she was, sobbing in her friend's arms
He, at will, turned on and off his charms
Those fine hands that once made her skin sing
Left after a taste of the finer things.

That day, I decided that tears for boys I will never to my eyes bring
Nothing like that will ever make me brood or think
For my true love, it's all or nothing
He'll have all of my finer things.