storlillan

So many men have held her hand,
only one held her attention.
He put her pride on a downhill slide,
faster than she cares to mention.
Her feelings are all out of focus.
Nothing is clear anymore.
Her heart's playing hocus pocus.
Trying to even the score.
So think what you want, do what you may.
You're just a game that she's got to play.
Like a fast movin' train or a slow settin' sun.
She's a love on the loose with a heart on the run.
There's a pain in her heart where love used to be.
He cut her loose now she's fancy free.
She makes the rules now when she plays the game.
She thinks it's better that way.
Now when you see her she lights up the night
with neon eyes sparkling bright.
Her heart is something that you'll never win.

But that don't mean you can't try.