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 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

And you're the reason why I call them

Stand-Ins wasting my time
If I'd of planned it you'd already be mine
So come and claim your ground and save me now
From all of those Stand-Ins wearing me out

To that High School sweetheart that I first took home
To that New York drummer I should've left alone
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 and claim your ground and save me now
From all of those Stand and Ins
From all of those Stand and Ins