He holds the door and treats me well.
Does everything, yet with time, it still fell.
If he's not my type and not my taste,
What need do I have for his embrace?
Unknowingly, he chips at my heart,
He's off the roster or face stone-hard.
Tells me he should start anew,
But if he goes, what would I do?
Dazzle me with jewels and dimes,
Lavish silks, all one of a kind.
Surprise me with a pop of champagne,
Under the stars as they spell out your name.
That's what he should've done,
Couldn't spare me a nickel, that good son.
The sacrifices he had made,
When I am one, I'll be another man's fate.
1
(If another doesn't come along,
I'm stuck humming a sombre song.
Destined to have nowhere to run,
And back to his arms, we're never done.)
2
(This one ventures into the world,
Not a sense of doubt for the eloquent girl.
Sharp with his tongue and willing to stay.
Oh boy, this one's never walking away.)
