Stand-ins Songtext
von Carrie Welling

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 on 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

You′re the reason why

I call em Stand-Ins wasting my time
If I′d of planned it you'd already be mine
So come on and claim your ground and save me now

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