She was... the kind of girl who carried on with Most men who were married She loved all... the sturm and the drama She loved how they couldn't own her; only harm her And she fell... hook, line and sinker A race-horse, running with blinkers And of course, he was a stinker She didn't find out 'til the honeymoon, and she asked him:
Who's that girl in the picture? Who's that girl on the phone? Don't you know? I don't ask for anything but the truth I know now, I've come to deserve you But who loves you when I'm not home?
And she was... a girl who loved danger But today, she haunted by a stranger An old flame, only one step behind her Who scares her, who dares her, reminding her of herself.
She says... Who's that girl in the picture? Who's that girl on the phone? Don't you know? I don't ask for anything but the truth I know now, I've come to deserve you But who loves you when I'm not home?
Home... Our kingdom, our sanctity Church of our vanities Home... And is it any wonder how we plunder this thing... Our home.
And she was... a girl who loved drama But today, she's just mopping up karma I'd say the things that I feel, but I know they'd alarm her God throws these thunderbolts; it's His little joke on us.
Who's that girl? Who's that girl, darling? Don't you know? I don't ask for anything but the truth You're a bastard, but you know I love you So who loves you when I'm not home?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
