You've been careless with my heart babe, reckless with your love
that wasn't very smart babe and now I've had enough
It's a gas when we're together, it's a drag when we're apart
you've been reckless with your love babe, careless with my heart...

What's the sense in putting two and two together again, again, again
when you're sitting on a fortune that you're never going to spend?

You're a sink for cheap emotion, a drain upon my soul

a picture of devotion, a master of control
It's a gas when we're together, it's a drag when we're apart
you've been reckless with your love babe, careless with my heart...

What's the sense in putting two and two together again, again, again
when you're sitting on a fortune that you're never going to spend?
What's the sense in putting two and two together again, again, again?
Turn daddy's picture to the wall babe, 'cos I don't want to just pretend

Now your fantasies are costing me money...

You've been careless with my heart babe, reckless with your love
that wasn't very smart babe, and now I've had enough...

What's the sense in putting two and two together again, again, again
when you're sitting on a fortune that you're never going to spend?
What's the sense in putting two and two together again, again, again?
Turn your daddy to the wall babe, 'cos I don't want to just pretend

© 1999 Words and Music by David Fisher

Musicians

Tim Bradshaw
Loops, Electric Guitars, Bass, Organ, Backing Vocals

David Fisher
Lead and Backing Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Martin Gregory
Drums, Percussion