Lyrics

Poised upon your barstool, cocktail in your hand
Switchblade legs keeping time with the band
Your mama threw you out when you were only seventeen
So you wrote sarcastic poetry and tried to make the scene
You learned to light your cigarette while smiling at your date
You're ahead of your time but always fashionably late

WHORES DON'T KISS AND SNAKES DON'T HISS
WHEN YOU GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT
ARE REALLY SOMETHING I SHOULDN'T MISS?
OR ARE YOU JUST ANOTHER DILETTANTE?

Putting on your makeup while carousing in your car
You're sure of who you want to be but not of who you are
You press your face to mine so I can kiss you on the cheek
Happy are the young at heart, blessed are the meek
You ask me if I'll spend the night to hear about your past
The sweaty stuff can wait, you say, one shouldn't move too fast

CHORUS

I really like you, yes I do, those sparks seem genuine
But I really need a heart that's true so I can jump start mine

You don't believe in Jesus or an afterlife as such
You kinda dig this Eastern thing, "It's not so out of touch"
You like to say judgmental and you use it like a shrink
On anyone who has the guts to tell you what they think
Well, I'm not perfect either, babe, I drink too damn much beer
But what you see is what you get and what you get's sincere

CHORUS

I don't want dilettante love
I don't want dilettante love
I don't want dilettante love
I don't want dilettante love