I thought my kiss on your lips could conquer you,
that everything my heart said would turn out to be true.
But what you lacked in compassion you excessed in greed,
You pursued only what you wanted and not what you need.

Love's an idea and an idea I love,
My love from below and not from above,
And I'm telling you now, telling you my dear-
It wasn't you, it was just the idea.

And you will break many more hearts before yours disappears.
And you will break many more hearts before yours disappears.
And you will break many more hearts before yours disappears.
You will break many more hearts and it'll be you with the tears.

Love's an idea and an idea I love,
My love from below and not from above,
And I'm telling you now, telling you my dear-
It wasn't you, it was just the idea.
And trust me baby there's something I've learned -
The fire don't last long when the passion has burned.

Believe me, I really should've known-
that you'd leave when your confidence had grown.