Stand-Ins

Better than a dozen roses

More than a couple drinks

On a sunny desert island baby

You'll be all I need

If another late night caller comes knocking on my door

For instant gratification

I won't give it out no more

I used to call them all by name, now I call them

Stand-Ins wasting my time

If I'd of planned it you'd already be mine

So come on and claim your ground and save me now

From all of those Stand-Ins wearing me out

One time I thought I found you

Good thing I let him go

Cause you would never treat me badly baby

When that feeling comes I'll know

You're the reason why

I call em Stand-Ins wasting my time

If I'd of planned it you'd already be mine

So come on and claim your ground and save me now

To that High School sweetheart that I first took home

To that New York drummer I should've left alone

To that painter, that surfer, that Wall Street banker

To that Jesus lover that called me he's savoir

Well, I call them

Stand-Ins wasting my time

If I'd of planned it you'd already be mine

So come on and claim your ground and save me now

From all of those Stand-Ins

From all of those Stand-Ins