All the working buds are craning their necks She knows they love it when she’s wearing a dress She works hard to erase the lines on her face She’s got pills to help her cope with the stress.
All the office guys are scratching their heads She won’t take any of them home to bed After she’s had her fill she hands them the bill And then laughs on the phone with her friends
But she gets tired, all the games she likes to play wear her down
He got fed up with all the cards up her sleeve All the half truths he tried to believe And that night at the top when she kissed the cop It just seemed like it was time to leave
She thought it may have been time for a break But lately feeling like it was a mistake She got the note that he wrote and started to gloat But was left with a dull stinging ache
She gets tired all the games she likes to play wear her down She can’t forget and regrets the one she lives without On the edge of town
But if she let go would it all come crashing down? If she let go, and it all came crashing down he’d stick around
Compositores: Bernard David Walsh, Christopher Edwin Gonzalez, David Andrew Hause, Michael Hanrahan Sneeringer ECAD: Obra #8744322