Many have come, many have gone,
now I'm singing about 'em in this song.
There have been few, there have been many,
there's been thousands of dollars and shortages of pennies.

When one thing goes, the other thing comes,
you're living in a mansion then you're living in the slums.
You don't have anything to eat, you're so full,
everything is exciting, yet so dull.

It doesn't add up,
my feelings for you,
no they don't add up,
so sad but so true,
and no matter what choice I come to decide,
whenever I make it I'm still going to hide,
because it doesn't add up.

One of you is sweet, the other one is too,
I think about her all day, but I also think about you.
My name is whatever you want it to be,
but as long as the other one agrees.

I'm not trying to mess around with anybody's head,
it's just when I'm so alive, I feel so dead.
it's just when both of you I see, I want the other one,
and then I miss the other, I'm bored and having so much fun.

It doesn't add up,
my feelings for you,
no they don't add up,
so sad but so true,
and no matter what decision I ever make,
I'm leaving when the other one's heart breaks,
because it doesn't add up.

What in the world are you supposed to do?
When one plus one doesn't equal two?
Or when you put two apples together and get a pear?
or when you give all your heart and nobody cares?