Its Friday in the local
And everyone is only after one thing
Afraid that what I'm wearing is unfashionable
Afraid that I will go and say the wrong thing
Sick to my stomach
With the burden of the future
Sitting wishing things would happen faster
Playing mating games half sober
And its over
Walking in the march of dimes
Married six or seven times without you now
While a younger version of myself
Is telling me to turn around and find you out
But I don't know where
You're leading me, yeah, Aphrodite
Could this be it this time around
And I told love to get away from me, Yeah, Aphrodite
Cause all you do is hurt everyone
People are saying
I should be putting roots down for the future
But time is running out to be that person
I want to do something great before I get older
There's nothing worse than being mediocre
But I keep walking out on opportunity
Afraid that it will find me out as ordinary
I only wish that they'd stop talking to me
There's nothing interesting to talk about
Walking in the march of dimes
Married six or seven times without you now
While a younger version of myself
Is telling me to turn around and find you out
But I don't know where
You're leading me, yeah, Aphrodite
Could this be it this time around
And I told love to get away from me, Yeah, Aphrodite
Cause all you do is hurt everyone
All you do is hurt everyone
All you do is hurt everyone