Lyrics Delta Rae – Stand–Ins
Text:
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