Seems like you’re at it again 
 You say it’s just a numbers game 
 You’re on a losing streak 
 But I’m in no place to preach
 
 It’s still the same old same 
 Same plain verse verse refrain 
 They flock around you in vain 
 Just like a moth to a flame
 
 Now your girl looks like a mess 
 In her Bette Davis dress 
 You should have had let her go 
 You could have had quit the show 
 
 It’s still the same old same 
 Same plain verse verse refrain 
 They still flock around you in vain 
 Just like a moth to a flame
 
 I run out of metaphors 
 I’m tired of this tug of war
 
 It’s still the same old same 
 Same plain verse verse refrain 
 They still flock around you in vain 
 Just like a moth to a flame 
 It’s still the same old same 
 Same plain verse verse refrain 
 They still flock around you in vain 
 Just like a moth to a flame 
 They still flock around you in vain 
 Just like a moth to a flame