She's got that aching feeling in her head She's got that aching lying in her bed She's got soul don't let it go But when I see the way you feel it makes me sick But I don't see it I just hear you might not make it I know Ohhh She's got everything she needs on a mantlepiece No picture, no frame comes close to the pain that you know Ohhh Be my love of my life Be my struggle my strife See I know picturesque don't mean a thing All you get's diamonds and rings when I said Hold my head to the gun Torture me under the sun well I know A singer's not singing a thing The picture's too perfect to trim and I said Oooooooh Like the fool that I've been leading I lost my patience for you Yeah I could see the little things in him you like And I just hope that when the time is right it's right She got sold Ohhh And in the morning when you wake to find him gone And you remember how it felt when it went wrong She got told Ohhh Be my love of my life Be my struggle my strife See I know picturesque don't mean a thing All you get's diamonds and rings when I said Hold my head to the gun Torture me under the sun well I said A singer's not singing a thing The picture's too perfect to trim and I said Let it all pour out Yeah Let it all pour out Yeah Let it all pour out Yeah And I said yeah (Like a fool) (Like a fool) (Like a fool) (Like a fool) Does she feel like a fool? Oh I feel like a fool (Like a fool) Does she feel like a fool? (Like a fool)