She’s got a bruise the shape of Texas by her eye, Way too blue for Revlon to disguise. And one shaped like California on her cheek. The thought of how it got there leaves me weak I watch her in the check-out line These thoughts are racing through my mind I bet he’s sorry every time
Maybe I’m wrong, I don’t want to be right. Maybe she doesn’t scream at night, Maybe I’m reading into this too far Maybe I should shut my mouth But I just want to scream out loud “Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell But then again maybe she fell
Her stitches look like tiny rail-road tracks I hope they take her far away from him and fast She catches me staring and turns away Pulls her hair a little closer to her face I want to tell her its ok She doesn’t have to live this way But he walks in, What can I say?
Maybe I’m wrong, I don’t want to be right. Maybe she doesn’t scream at night, Maybe I’m reading into this too far Maybe I should shut my mouth But I just want to scream out loud “Get Away from him, pack up and run like hell,” But then again maybe she fell
He takes her change out of her hand And says, “You take too long.” She sees me slam my number in her sack And suddenly they were gone.
Maybe I’m wrong, I don’t want to be right. Maybe she doesn’t scream at night, Maybe I’m reading into this too far, Maybe she’ll finally figure out, Life shouldn’t have to be about Keeping painful secrets to yourself That’s when maybe she’ll tell Oh no, maybe she fell It’s so hard to tell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
