I'm sorry I never could work miracles
For you or for me
Cos if I could, I'd surely make him fit me
Just like my favorite pair of jeans
And she'd throw off her silly dreams and be with you
But this world works in funnier ways
We're at a fickle age
It's wrestling with what I've got again
So why must I be the one to see
That cupid likes a little luxury?
To let his arrow stray
Can I hide this heart of mine until the day it doesn't break?

Everybody loves Boston, she says
And some people are just like him
Which is why he can do the things he does and get away with it
Everything falls in place for a reason I know
But when you're not like Boston
Starting now, I'll make my way from here and somewhere over the next star
I'll find a taste of heaven for the hungry and the open-armed
If my past comes back to play, I'll take him down with his own game
You want to feel regret now, honey
Bring it on

I'm sorry I never could work miracles
If I could, I'd surely make him fit me
Just like my favorite pair of jeans