Audio: Share a great love song.
Orange Juice's "Consolation Prize" gets my top vote for great (greatest!) love song ("I'll be your consolation prize--although, I know..."), but since I've already posted about it, I'll go tonight with Dusty Springfield's "Breakfast in Bed", from the so-brilliant-I-could-have-chosen-anything-from-it Dusty in Memphis:
You've been crying; your face is a mess.
Come in baby,
You can dry the tears on my dress.
She's hurt you again, I can tell--
Oh, I know that look so well.
Calling "Breakfast in Bed" a love song might be stretching it a bit, but it strikes me as a sort of reverse-gender "Consolation Prize", in a way: a main character who can provide only a shoulder to cry on or a hand to hold (or otherwise, as the case may be), but who will never be more than a part-time diversion. Though, as you'd probably expect, Dusty sounds a lot more confident, sexy & sly about her role as the other woman than Edwyn does about being his crush's fey best friend.